So just like that, I’m back in NYC. Well, the emergency bi-coastal timeout was fun while it lasted. Time to get back on the grind.
And I want to thank my girl, she showed me every single inch of San Francisco. I took pictures on Crooked Street, saw the Painted Ladies, visited Alcatraz, kicked in on Height Ashbury, frove throught the PResidio, got a massage at a traditional Japanese spa with communal pools, dined at amazing restaurants (we LOVE 1300) and still managed to get a little bit of work done. Now that’s a good HBCU education for ya!
Gotta admit, as much as I loved the city, the weather in San Fran is the devil. One day we were chilling in the 70s and the next it was down to the high 40s. Which ironically, coming from New York isn’t really the probem. The problem is the crazy wind. Dude, I felt NAKED out there. And this is coming from a woman who has spent the majority of her life in the northeast. Humph, I don’t know how those people do it. Oh wait, yes I do. Straight wallrus skin, I tell ya.
In an effort to escape the walls of life that were steadily closing in on me, this past Saturday I hopped on the last thing smoking out of JFK and headed to San Fran for a much needed change of enviornment. Notice, I didn’t say vacation. Because thanks to the free wi-fi in every inch of this city and the damn Crackberry, I am still very much up at the crack of dawn, working my butt off just to keep the head above water but at least I’m doing it from a really cute Chinese themed hotel with sunshine streaming in from the balcony (don’t hate, join AAA).
I said good bye to last bit of my youthful innocence and upgraded my no camera-no-internet-no-nothing cell phone to a Crackberry. Hasta la vista ‘unable to check my email’ messages, your girl has officialy given up her right to be totally checked out.
My therapist assures me that makign this change will relieve some of the anxiety I’ve been experiencing lately everytime I find myself away from my computer for more than an hour but we shall see. Personally, I think a long vacation on a beautiful white sand beach probably could have acheived the same result but that ‘s just my opinion. Sigh.
Okay, have you ever been so tired you want to take a time out from your ENTIRE life? You know, where every inch of your body aches and you cant wishing you were somewhere warm without internet or cell phone access? That’s where I’m at. Just doing what I can to make it through. PS, isn’t Q-Tip hilarious? Cecile wants the world to know that he is NOT allowed to be on the sofa! Um Cecile, apparently Q-Tip ain’t tryin’ to hear all them rules and regulations… HA!
Okay, so my girl Deja (who happens to be the dopest midday radio host in NYC- check her out Mon- Fri on Power 105.1), invited me to come up to the station this afternoon and talk to the group of teens that she mentors about HOTLANTA. And can I tell you? I thought I knew how nonchalant teenagers can be about everything, but I had NO idea.
Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t walk, RUN to your nearest B&N or Borders or local black-owned bookstore and purchase a copy or two. IF it’s not there, ask for it and create a demand. If you see teens lurking in the area, tell them to cop it.
If you’ve already made the leap and bought a copy, puh-lease do me a favor and convince someone that I DON’T know to buy a copy. It’s only $8.99 online. Stop actin’ like you don’t know how to strong arm a ho!!!
Then after you do all of that (’cause you know black folks never when to leave well enough alone), head over to amazon.com and post a comment. I want to have a least 10 comments by the end of the week to boost are ratings back up.
Check out my co-author Denene Millner doing her HOTLANTA song and dance in author Connie Briscoe’s blog today:
Ummmm why am I so nervous about going to the dentist late rthis afternoon that I can’t sleep? It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and the thought of my impending cleaning/ getting a much needed crown has my stomach tied up in knots as if I was seven-years old all over again! Sigh.
And when I tell you that I’ve rescheduled this appointment no less than six times over the past YEAR cause I’m frightended to death of the dentist…. this is so crazy. Am I the only person over thirty that’s still has panic attacks when the enter a dentist office?
Okay, I know I’m all late with it BUT something this good worth repeating over and over again.
So apparently, a 12-year old was arrested about a weeek ago for throwing a rock through the windsheild of Soulja Boy’s tour bus.
As if that wasn’t enough to put a small smile on your face…
When asked why he threw the rock. He replied simply-” I hate Soulja Boy.”
OMIGOD, I am peeing on myself right now!!!!! I think I love this kid. He has single-handedly restored my faith in the future of hip-hop.
So you may or may not remember this news story that broke a couple of months ago…