Okay now back to the feedback. Y’all were tappin me on the shoulder left and right as I beat the streets this last weekend about my rundown on the mini smackdown. Opinions ranged from “That’s what they get,” to “Somebody should have taken the plate number down so the boys in blue could snatch those brothers up and send ‘em to the Workhouse!” I also got an “anonymous note” that said “See, now she got up all in their face and provoked them and that was all good, but the minute the brother has taken all he can take and his anger gets the best of him, then he’s the one who’s lousy. Sisters that can roll their necks and put their fingers all up in a brother’s face, but when he strikes back, he is the one in the wrong!”
Chris Brown, is that you? You don’t have to answer right away.
Anyway, I say that provoking is a terrible thing, but nobody should put their hands on a woman. Okay, that baby is officially put to bed and tucked in. Go to the Lush on Fridays and Sundays and tell them that Delores Shante sent you.
The business of kickin’ it. Speaking of the Lush, I never thought I would see the day that I would roll through there and not see a single freakum dress. But I should have known that the annual Nothing But Net event – which turned into the temporary headquarters for just about every black professional organization in the STL – was going to keep it 100% corporate. By 6:30 p.m., it was already packed to the gills and the “who’s who among black people with careers, not jobs” crowd was reppin’ hard. Larry Blue, Barry Neal, Jacque Land, Tom Bailey, and Selena J. were just some of the folks who were kickin’ in their power suits to make connections and moves on the business tip.
A casual good time. My boy Tossin’ Ted and Pro Jocks along with 10/11 Promotions and Michael’s Catering are takin’ over the Phyllis Wheatley building (2711 Locust) tomorrow night (Fri. Apr. 3) for their Casual Friday Party. Plan on getting there early because there will be free food and “top shelf” (their words not mine) drinks from 6 p.m. until 9 p.m. Just please don’t get so “full” that you ruin’ your Stanky Leg game…or perhaps that would be a good thing.
Who has the best morning show? Here in the STL, we have the luxury of three top syndicated radio shows to listen to in the morning. So between Steve Harvey, Tom Joyner and Rickey Smiley, which one do y’all prefer? When I do tune in, I find myself listenin’ to Rickey Smiley more than the rest. I think he caters to the young folks like me (don’t hate, just mind your business). And it doesn’t hurt that St. Louis’ own Darius Bradford is a regular. Call it a coincidence that I would mention morning shows and Darius and Rickey (or not), but they will be together in St. Louis next week for the kick off of of Darius’ “All the Way Live Wednesdays” next week (Apr. 8) at the Starlight Room. Doors open at 8 p.m.
On Broadway with the Galloways. Mr. Galloway is turning North Broadway into…well…Broadway, with the a week full of four-star events that will be poppin’ off starting this weekend at the Lights on Broadway. The Mall and Flea Market will open bright and early this Saturday (Apr. 4). And, as I mentioned before, Rickey Smiley and Darius Bradford will be at the Twilight room next Wednesday (Apr. 8). The special grand opening for the Celebrity Room is takin’ place next Thurs. (Apr. 9) and the week of openings closes with their Aries Birthday Party next Saturday (April 11). Whoo, I’m wore down just thinkin’ about being in and out of there all next week. I know it’s last minute, but I may have to request that they design some type of luxury suite up in the all-new celebrity room so I won’t have to use every drop of my gas.
From the STL to the ATL. I got word via satelite that the ATL NBA Trip was crackin’ like fish grease. Two nights of ballin’ with the Hawks vs. The Celtics and the Hawks vs. the Lakers and a mega party for Lamar Odom’s b-day that included 2500 folks surely had some of the road trip crew ready to permanently relocate. Rod “Big Dog” Kelly, Thrill, Maurice G, J.P., Wonder Woman were just some of the STL hood stars to partake in the getaway. I try to stay in town to put on for the city on y’alls behalf, but If I had known that winter hawk was gonna sneak back into town and bring some serious snow, I would have been getting on the bus faster than Spike Lee.
I am not obsessed. I hate to use precious Partyline real estate to make pleas to national celebrities but this has gone too far for too long. Somebody please kidnap Beyonce and do one of those “tough love” emergency therapy sessions like they do on those televised addiction specials to keep her out of anybody’s cast. I just saw a preview/commercial of her new movie Obsessed starring the ever-so-chocolate Idris Elba on EBT. Let me tell you, I had to stop myself from callin’ the Charter and beggin’ them to cut my cable off to put me out of my 30-second misery. At first I thought it was a Blackbuster Arabesque (don’t act brand new) TV special. Bey, stop it for your own good.
Listen, if I could fall down a flight of steps, continue twerkin’ my goodies and hit a high note at the same time without losin’ my lacefront…you can best believe the last thing I would be worried about is tryin’ to be half-actin’ on somebody’s silver screen. A word to the wise (and the other folks) know your strengths, but more importantly, know your weaknesses.
Death of a King. What tragic irony that on the anniversary of the passing of one King, the black community is forced to come to grips with the passing of another. That’s right gentlemen, King Magazine has gone to that bathroom stall in the sky, so you will have one less place to see your favorite video chicks and b-list blacktresses with their booty’s tooted and drawls (not a typo) hangin’ off. I know that I’m going to get at least two hot e-mails callin’ me disrespectful and disgraceful, but if y’all can’t get with my sarcasm, then shame on you.
Real talk, I am seriously in mourning behind this. I was lookin’ to become the first official big sexy to grace the cover. Toccarra does not count. Oh well, hopefully I can pitch my idea to XXL or Smooth (an absolute last resort) before it’s too late.