2016 must be the year of the turn up for team Aquarius because I stayed in somebody’s birthday party this weekend. Do you hear me? I started out at Teddy Blackett’s bash at the Rustic Goat. He got all the way grown with it thanks to those throwback jams and the overall vibe. I left there and made my way to Mood to show love to my boy Mick Woods, who had the best early b-day gift possible thanks to a star-studded Super Bowl 50 experience. On Saturday I toasted it up with my girl Mousie from 100.3 The Beat at Lux. Her family, friends and boo Smitty were in the building as she slayed in some sequined pants and served up serious shoe envy for days with those geometrical gold pumps. I was distracted by some woman without a curve to speak of that looked like she borrowed one of those “Blossom” body dresses twerking like the rent was due all across the dance floor. Please don’t accuse me of body shaming the petite sexy population, but I swear I could hear the poor thing’s hip bones cracklin’ all the way over in VIP. I ran into Robert Hughes and the Black Pearl crew. If I had Yung Ro’s parents, I would most definitely be in the club with them too because they slay!