Back in the day when blue light basement parties where the shiznit, it didn’t matter what the crib looked like. It could have been a half bulldozed house relocated from post-Katrina New Orleans and folks would have showed up and got down. As long as the person was popular and had a deejay (and he didn’t have to mix or scratch) we were in the house. These days, for your girl at least, it’s a little different. Ambience rules all parties – at the crib or club. These days, there’s no house party like an Anthony Robinson house party – if you can call it that. His Central West End crib isn’t a house or a home- it’s a work of art. Well, ol boy is an architect and designed it his self so it’s not only right it’s tight. As always he set out eats and drinks along with servers. And DJ Enoch kept us in party mode all night. He must have really got to Miss September Eye Candy Model Juanitra Allen. It was as if girlfriend caught the hip-hop holy-ghost ‘cause she just started dancing like a “So You Want to Dance” rep was in the house. She wasn’t even on the dance floor, but she got everybody’s attention. People were gawking at her like the resident doctors from Affluent Suburbia, USA must have looked at the drive-by shooters who drove themselves to the hospital from Spruill’s with the police in pursuit. Right Ant for the evite. See you at the next one. And if you all think the entire rear of his house won’t be open during a winter set, and you not thinking outdoor fireplace – you got a bet.