but I think I’ve finally managed to eat enough in one sitting that surely my heart will stop within the hour.
I popped into the Indian Bakery that makes everything but the faded Multi tier fake wedding cake in it’s front window on the way home to have a nice plate of Goat Korma (this place is my only Flavor salvation in town…they have more than 2 spice shakers in the kitchen).
While waiting for my food the owner made the customary “I’m brown, your brown there are 3 of us in this town yet I don’t know you” conversation with me. When he found out I was from NYC and then Queens he shouted “Jackson Heights” at me (he lived there for years before meeting his wife and moving here and I spent alot time there growing up) and we are now BFF. We discussed things such as buying mangoes by the case at Patel Bros. being the best deal in the world and the amazingness of the Arepa Lady.
So I am currently full of Goat, Rice, Naan, Chai and multiple dessert/candy type items containing Jaggery which is the actual recipe for Diabetes. I have also been given the green light to request a “large” chai from now on which they technically don’t sell but I will be able to Brown Light Special.
Major Lazer - Lazer’s Theme
Since Tumblr seems to be having a Temper Tantrum when I attempt to use it, here is one big old post for the day.
- The ever delightful Fucked In Park Slope and I have a panel in the running for SXSW. It’s called How to be a Badass Online. You should Vote For it (registering takes 2 seconds I swear I wouldn’t ask otherwise) because if I have my way it will not only havea signature Cocktail, but an Oprah reach under your seat moment. Also tell all your friends to shoot a vote our way. If you tweet it out (http://bit.ly/sxswbadass) and use the hashtag #sxswbadass I’ll be giving out a prize when the voting concludes on the 27th.
- If you need something to tide you over till his album hits, Kanye West has a new mixtape out for you to download G.O.O.D. Ass Mixtape (via. Smoking Section)
- You can also preview Ray LaMontagne’s new CD God Willing & The Creek Don’t Rise
- You probably knew that you can “Like” H&H on Facebook , but did you know the Boo Crew has pages as well? Go check out what Cole and Aldo are up to on the Internets.
I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon “Fixing” my email, but as always you can Tweet Me on the Twitters, Find me on the Facebook and Ask me Anything over of Formspring (I actually have to work on clearing my question queue so that’s a good place to catch me).
I would let them ride my Pony…
and I’ve read that Google Updated Contacts..Saw screenshots and so far it can get a taste.
What Web Tools do you use that can get the draws?
Shirley Ceasar - No Charge - Lyrics
If you decide to read and listen know that there is no Womp only nostalgia
So it’s not often that I veer off into Southern Gospel stylings, but Today’s song is based on yesterday’s events. I had an interesting Day with an Ultra High (The Panel Fucked In Park Slope and I submitted to SXSW has progressed a round. Get ready to Vote! next Monday).
The only thing is that most of the day I had that feeling. The one where you feel like something is a dash off. The kind where you make sure your panties aren’t on inside out because something feels a few degrees askew.
I mashed the feeling down and set off to get my hair did for the first time since I’ve been here in Boston. It was looking total Nobody loves me status so it was time. I plopped down in the chair of one of the most unintentonally hilarious African ladies I’ve ever met and got ready for her to make work of my hair.
She had a soundtrack of Gospel hits going and as this song started playing it hit me, MAC Truck vs. Bicycle style.
Today, August 3rd is my Grandmothers Birthday.
I honestly had to do my damnedest not to cry, thankfully I could blame the perm for the fidgety, agitated dramatic cuntness that was broiling in me.
It was my Ace Boon, Road (World) Travel, Ride or Die Chicks Birthday and I forgot.
I spent a full afternoon “Everybody Hurts” style because I couldn’t get out to visit her grave before I left NYC and now I was sat up at a salon forgetting her birthday and she made that damn song that I used to laugh at when she played it on Sunday come on while I was rocking a head full of the chemicals she rallied against me having any part in for 11 years.
Basically if you’ve ever enjoyed anything about me as a person, she’s the one to thank. You get the hand you are dealt as far as parents, but I know we chose each other more than she was an adult obligated to deal with me.
The first playing of this song every Sunday without fail she would Jokingly yet dead serious say “I wish you would hand me a bill” after the little boy presented his mom with the charges she’d racked up. After that she’d take to warbling through the rest of the song and I’d work on the buckles on the church shoes purposely purchased a half size too big since I was destined to be “entirely too flipping tall” like all woman in my family. I have hours of stories about her, but that’s for another day.
I’ve heard that you don’t really grow up till you survive the lost of a parent or someone else major in your life..if that’s the case I had to grow up entirely too soon for my liking.
Cut to 7 years later and I’m forgetting birthdays. I feel less awful about it today, putting in extra work and renewing the feeling that I’m meant to make big moves because as she used to say “When I get old I expect you to give me a Pina Colada budget for when I’m relaxing on the beach”.
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So like so many great BFFle duos before us (Nicole and Paris, Oprah and Gayle) Cole and I are in the planning stages of a Road Trip.
We’ll be starting in Tennessee and traipsing and cavorting towards Brooklyn. Our only defined stop is Dollywood (Joooolllleeeeennneee).
So if you have a suggestion on anywhere we should stop and visit, things we should eat with our super greedy faces or any other commentary take to the comments and let us know….
Map Overview of the terrain we could possibly cover
And added thoughts from Cole:
Keep in mind, we’re really flexible in terms of route. We may head straight East from Dollywood, and head up the coast. OR shoot up North from Nashville (or NashVegas, as it is refered to in TN). Please offer any suggestions, or phone numbers of parents (Ed. Note: Or if you live someplace we should visit hit us up too) that would enjoy housing and feeding two wayward children of the North.
From the Make a Wish Files:
So Friend to the Room Brother Love is in the running to open for KISS. Not the midget tribute band, but the real deal led by everyone’s favorite Money Hustla Gene Simmons (KISS Coffin anyone?).
Take a moment and Vote for him HERE. Also for the next week use any available computer and submit a vote. There is a easy to remember URL http://tinyurl.com/BroloKiss and everything.
He wants this even more than I wanted to be the blackest person on the Internet (Thanks for the help with that by the way, my Black Reign has been lovely) so please vote ASAP’s.
Also if you are so inclined after you vote (see what I did there, planting subliminal seeds and shit), feel free to reblog, tweet, facebook and generally reference this post in casual conversation.
hearts, stars and diamonds,
p.
As promised later we will explore some Gossips today. We shall cover Elin “the $750 Mil Kid” Nordgren, Heidi Montag: Professional Blogger and what I am about to go to do now…See the New Twilight.
Yesterday was bananas…Despite tickets to leave that were being a pain, trains not leaving Manhattan and cabs having to be caught, fucked up storage facility issues (What’s a few extra hundred dollars than the price quoted after I’ve moved all my crap in, right?) I am surprised that I didn’t do more than crying in the streets (It was a pitiful affair a nice Sengalese mechanic gave me a paper towel and everything).
I shall go absorb the Sparkly vampire Chronicles and in the meantime feel free to help me not have that - sign up in the front of my bank account so that I can go see more of this fine town by Donating HERE
So all that mess about not knowing what you have till it’s gone might be true (or at least in my case until you declare that you are leaving it for a bit)….I would like to give all the love, hearts, stars, diamonds, hugs and all that mess to everyone that came out tonight to fare me well on my journeys to Boston (Yes, Emily it’s actually Woburn, but saying Boston is easier).
In case you were unaware I hang with the most fantastic group of amazing, talented, gifted, beautiful people. The fact that they choose to hang with me makes me one of the luckiest broads out there. The fact that they continue to hang with me (and by me) makes me blessed beyond measure.
Big Loves to Emily C, Emily H, Biana, Topher, Jess, Maffew Bray, Chemda, Lauren, Christina, Damien, Jon, Nichelle, F-MOS (thank you so much for the gift I promise to use it and I swear I wasn’t responsible for you being drugged…this time), Melissa, Miss Katie Mo & Co. and anyone else I might have missed (blame the Tequila)…the same amount of love goes to everyone that sent regrets for not being able to make it…Things get nutty and just the effort was appreciated.
A very special thanks to the gentleman at the bar for reminding me why I will be coming back to NYC in the Fall. Your declaration that I “Wasn’t from here” and subsequent retort of “I live in Manhattan” when I saltily let you know that I was born in Brooklyn raised in Queens reminded me that I am a New Yorker through and through.
I like arguments, walking quickly/efficiently in grid like patterns and 1/2 sour pickles. You can keep on living in Manhattan in the meantime,when I come back Brooklyn will welcome me back after cussing me out for leaving in the first place.
I shall be back for a few days the end of July for M.I.A. and we will all have a time. I’ve also apparently committed to an August appearance so think of me as the wayward uncle who turns up at family picnics.
