“font-size: 9.0pt; font-family: Verdana;”>My last round of weekly street beating began at 5 p.m. and didn’t shut down till just before the cock crowed thanks to the variety of festivities fashioned around football’s grand finale. Go Giants! Okay, enough of that. My evening – well, I guess afternoon would be more accurate – began with the 13 Black Katz as Tommy Wilder played host to a Super Bowl spread that had me ready to clock a sugar daddy, if for nothing else but kick my feet up in his palatial palace. I’m not going to give the location of Tommy’s – because some of the more desperate ladies would be camping on his porch after I describe the levels of revelers that went from the basement on up to an attic area sitting room. And the food, you know what … I’m not going to touch upon the buffet because I’m still trying to present the illusion that I’m sticking to my resolution. But Charlie Tuna, Virvus Jones and his lovely wife Sable were just a couple of the folks who came through.
“font-size: 9.0pt; font-family: Verdana;”>I left The Black Katz to kick it with the whipper snappers over at EXO for the Black Girls Rock Super Bowl and scooted on down the block to spend a little time over at the City. Word on the curb is that there was a friendly competition between those two regarding who had the biggest crowd. Well, as the objective bystander I’m here to tell you the size was exactly the same – and good times were had at both places. When it was all said and done with the game, I headed on down to Lola for Rockhouse’s Super Bowl afterset edition of So Sexy Sundays. And I don’t know what y’all looked like when you faced your bosses on Monday morning, but the folks GOT.IT.IN.