Nephew Tommy’s ‘joke’ was on us. I love the Nupes with a passion. However, that lineup of comics – including the headliner –Friday at the Ambassador, was the unfunniest thing I’ve seen in St. Louis since the turn of events that led to Charlie Murphy’s comedic suicide! At first, I thought the audience was the victim of the most brilliant prank in history – prank comedy call –but then I remembered everyone knew where they were and who he was. Real talk, if he was my nephew, I wouldn’t be claiming him after that show!
As much as I don’t necessarily do Steve Harvey, Nephew Tommy and his pranks have me howlin’. But those little tired bits from the show…not so much. He would have been better off just having a phone on the stage and playin’ on the phone while guests laughed along.
And as much as Tommy’s jokes left to be desired, as Nettie said in The Color Purple “The worst is yet to be told.”
The other comics on the bill gave about as much joy as when a doctor breaks the news to you that “he found something, and it doesn’t look good” during an x-ray after your routine exam .
One of the ‘alleged’ comedians was talkin’ ‘bout how the recession is so hectic that since it costs $1500 a day to keep someone alive on life support, that he and his family are “pulling the plug on Big Mama!”
Um…when did KILLING YOUR GRANDMOTHER become funny? NEVER, right? That’s what I thought.
Chico fails the Klymaxx. I wouldn’t say that walking across the hall from the comedy show in the main area of the Ambassador to Klub Klymaxx to see Chico DeBarge was jumping from the pan to the fire, but it was indeed a lateral move. I ran into the legendary DJ Kut, who was visiting home from NYC and Arika Parr, Majic 104.9 producer and on-air talent, on my way.
DeBarge was the special guest for the Firm Holding Group’s 1st annual birthday bash.
I’ve decided not to be too hard on him because it was his first time out (hopefully of many). Even though somebody said, “Everybody in here could fit at one table.” Only those folks in the building know who said it…so the secret is primarily safe.
Chico had some church slacks on that seemed to defy the laws of how clothes fit by being tight and saggy at the same time. Plus, he had obviously been on somebody’s magic carpet ride…if you know what I mean.
Let me add that he was really nice and the performance was as good as it could have been considering Chico’s state.
But can anyone explain why the keyboard player was playing with his backpack on and it appeared to be padlocked to his personal space? Never mind, I think I figured it out.
I must say that all of the shade I’ve tossed around isn’t a reflection on the Firm Holding Group. I’m actually expecting big things from them once they get familiar with the game.
Ms. Ross paid the cost to be the Boss. Okay, between you and me, this was supposed to be the designated area for me to talk sideways and super-greasy about how washed up Diana Ross has become and how she should hang it up after that tired show. I stand so corrected that I’m wearing a commemorative boa while typing this because I was so inspired how she put it down at the Fox on Sunday night! She looked amazing – thanks to what I believe to have been a new face and cleavage combo. She sounded even better than she looked, with energy/stamina that was a beast! And I’m happy to announce that based on her wardrobe I have a vision for my latest Salute To Excellence in Education gala gown.
The new good old days. Okay, so I’m so excited to say and happy to report that I think the rachet wave of kicking experiences that have been victimizing the nightlife community here seems to have subsided. More than a couple quality events of late where grown people really kick it and have good time have really given me hope. First, there was B. Free’s Simple Pleasures 79 Friday night. As usual, Teddy got it crackin’ early and it was spillin’ all the way outside of Lola’s by the time it was all said and done. And anyone that was among the folks who stood in shifts patiently anticipating their turn to experience Needles on the rooftop at J.Buck’s knows that it was indeed worth the wait. It was crackin’ so tough that I thought the wood on the patio was gonna follow suit.
Girl, is that what you sleep in? I know that part of the point of 1st Friday’s pajama jam probably was to add a little more skin and seduction to the scene. Even though I was hopin’ it was gonna be like House Party 2, I knew better and expected some “girl, bye” nightie ensembles. But T-shirts (not long ones, mind you), panties and pumps…that’s it? Really? Um, okay…I mean, I guess. Can’t say that I was expecting that to be the uniform for the night.
But Friday night was full of surprises…and not just on my end. Some of the people who had a little too much of the featured beverage had that bottom step on the stairwell sneak up on them leading to an ugly taste of the luxurious (but probably “undelicious”) hardwood floor. A few of us (I’m protecting the guilty this time) were singing “Another One Bites the Dust” whenever the next wave of human dominoes went down.
And a few of the scantily clad women got the shock of a lifetime when the Hispanic LadyGaGa felt them up and freaked them down outta nowhere as she unseductively (and unrhythmically) danced her way through EXO. After about the third time of getting cussed out and nearly maced, she shut it down and headed out.
It wasn’t necessarily the best 1st Friday, but was easily a Hall of Fame people watchin’ experience!
Happy Super Jam You’ve waited and waited. You’ve begged potential hookups relentlessly for tickets (If y’all were following us on Facebook and Twitter, you would have had your chance to win…and we gave away a gang of tickets too).
Now it’s finally here. This Saturday, Super Jam will once again take over the Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre. From Gucci Mane’s chocolate to Drake’s French vanilla, I’m expecting the tweens to have it poppin’ like Screamfest 49 as HotFoxy 104.1 allows y’all to get it in for the 3rd year in a row.
I’m also expecting an endless supply of “When Bad Fashion Happens to Good People” and “Somebody Saw You in That and Actually Let You Leave the House?” episodes.
