“font-family: Verdana;”>It’s no secret that the former first lady of Slip N Slide a.k.a. The Baddest Chick a.k.a. the Five Star Chick a.k.a.
Martin’s private
dancer Trina
was in the building at Amnesia
last weekend. She and that wig were as busy as when she burst on
the scene back in the early 2Ks going from club to club in the
Metro area.
I don’t know how it was at any
of the other places, but Amnesia was on fire! I haven’t seen such
an action packed crowd since the folks were ready to throw some
Black Friday ‘bows near the $2 bath towel display at Wal-Mart. But
unlike what went down with the ratchet holiday shoppers, this crowd
was peacefully crunk and kickin’ it like it was 1999! Trina set the
tone from the V.I.P. dancing from the booth and bouncing around and
carrying on.
Her banging body was in its
usual glory, but her lace front bun was the worst built thing I’ve
seen since Sherri
Shepherd made the
tragic error of posing in a one piece swimsuit for the cover
of Shape Magazine
(how ironic).
“font-family: Verdana;”>And I will never understand her pantyhose and cutoff shorts club ensemble, but I don’t think I’m supposed to. While she was friendly from afar, Trina seemed to have issue with the folks who were actually invited to take pictures of her for publicity’s sake. “font-family: Verdana;”> “font-family: Verdana;”>She packed Amnesia out…I’ll give her that. But Trina 2003 wouldn’t even give Trina 2011 a V.I.P. wristband with respect to the mainstream spotlight. So somebody tell that girl to pose for a picture if it will give her something other than tabloid shine! I don’t care if her and bun are posed up in a manger as baby Jesus for a special “Hip-hop for the Holidays” nativity scene Hallmark Mahogany greeting card. I’m just sayin’. Obviously she has no plans for a hit record anytime soon. And with only two swigs of fame left, the last thing she should be is reluctant to pose for a newspaper photo opp. “font-family: Verdana;”> “font-family: Verdana;”>Other than that, the evening was a resounding success. The folks danced and carried on so much that I saw a lovely lady who had danced her shoe stop steel heel stiletto boots into disability. They had such a gangsta lean that she was walkin’ back to her car like she had been horse ridin’ on the range in chaps for three days.