A grown good time. I cannot tell you how happy I am that we don’t have to suffer through getting clowned for being the old folks up in the club just because we still want to be outside! Reset is the remedy and I was here for every bit of it. Friday night at Soul 2 Soul was a straight-up vibe for those of us who still like to turn up despite being a certain age. I can’t be the only one who got to judging as soon as I saw an auntie in her rayon short set and slingback heels perched up at the bar in The Loft. And don’t even get me started on the uncles in those Stacy Adams and those brims. I could smell that Drakkar Noir at the door and would be like, “Oh, it must be cat daddy night!” Thanks to Mo Spoon and ’nem, we don’t have to be out here catching strays. Thank you kindly for holding us down all the way from the Eye Candy Era to this big grown age.
Bleeding blue and yellow for Bosnia. When I tell y’all I had the time of my life this weekend thanks to some one-of-a-kind tailgating experiences in the STL… let me give y’all the rundown. First off, I made my way to Energizer Park to catch Bosnia take on Panama as part of the World Cup warm-up happening in our own backyard. I know y’all are thinking, “Girl, why?” Because the only place that has more Bosnians than St. Louis is Bosnia, so I’m technically an honorary Bosnian. Plus, it was right around the corner from the job, and I wanted to see if the Bosnians turned up as much as my friends on the South Side used to claim. And did!
Listen, we all got those uncles and cousins who really think they are doing something with the premium meats at the tailgate. The Bosnians said, “I will take your rib tips and pork steaks and raise you a WHOLE LAMB.” Did y’all hear me? I didn’t say lamb chops. I didn’t even say lamb shanks. I’m talking the rooter to the tooter. I was so full when I got in the game, and it was all the way live too. And Panama’s team looked like they came from the North Side, and I wasn’t the least bit mad about it!
Shout out to St. Louis CITY SC for being the most gracious of hosts and shout out to the Bosnian community for welcoming your girl with open arms. They even pretended not to notice that my blue and yellow was some throwback Beaumont Bluejackets gear. If I wasn’t already booked for the evening, I would have made my way down 55 to try and crash somebody’s after-party. Is a soccer after-party even a thing?
Better luck next time, Battlehawks. I know this week probably feels more like Sports Eye than Partyline. I can’t help what vibe I was on this weekend. It was mostly for the tailgates, so just get into it. My Battlehawks didn’t disappoint with theirs either. The game is another story, but I digress. Let me hop right back into the good news.
I could hear the ka-kaws from the highway — which compelled me to take the Broadway exit from 70 and get right in the mix of that postseason moment. I got my life from the meat and the mingling. Why did that low-key sound inappropriate. Oh well.
The team literally fumbled their playoff chances — again. But I still love them. Next year we are going all the way.
All that jazz. I did a little something different for y’all on Saturday night by checking out the centennial tribute to Miles Davis and John Coltrane presented by the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra. The orchestra didn’t play, but they were the host with the most at Powell Hall as Terence Blanchard and his E-Collective — with special guest Ravi Coltrane — tore that stage up.
I guess bedazzled pants hems are a thing amongst talented musical artists. Because Shanelle and those earring pants last week prepared me for the blinged-out cuffs on Blanchard’s jeans. I can’t say that I recommend either of the looks, but the sound that came out of both of them was a ten out of ten for me.
Now I know jazz and the symphony aren’t really y’all’s jams — even though they should be. The reason why it is up in Partyline is because the concert was clearly the featured night out for a whole heap of Black St. Louis movers and shakers. Leslie Gill, Nikole Shurn and Vanessa Cooksey were just a few of the folks I rolled up on.
And I had the cutest time taking in the sounds of East St. Louis’ own Miles Davis and his equally legendary collaborator John Coltrane. The drummer was so loud I could have heard him at Gary’s Fine Dining, but I don’t have any other notes than that. Ravi Coltrane looked exactly like his daddy. He can play too – and not in a copycat kind of way either!