OMG, how did I miss this?? I freakin’ LOVE this white woman!! No seriously, I will forever have a special spot in my heart for Chelsea Handler thanks to this dead-on tirade about Beyonce’s performance at this year’s Grammy Award Show.
Lemme find out someone at Time Warner reads my blog…
Okay here’s the thing, when it comes to other folk’s relationships, I do my damdest not to judge. If you like it, I love it. If you love it, I adore it. I don’t know what compromises it takes for you to close your eyes and go to sleep peacefully next to that man/woman every night. And quite frankly, it’s NOT my business.
So really quickly can I tell you how crazy my JetBlue flight back to the US was?
After a jam-packed weekend in the hot Barbados sun and a HARROWING flight home (which I will describe in greater detail later), I’m back! And just in time to properly celebrate Martin Luther King Day with a day of service.
So now I’m here and slowly settling in. You know, it takes a minute to unwind from the New York state of mind. Plus it prob didn’t help that I damn near got arrested at the customs counter for not knowing the exact name of my host hotel. Who knew it was that serious? Sigh. Don’t judge me.
For the record, press trips are always a gamble when it comes to the group of journalist that you’re going to be stuck with for said amount of days. But I’m relieved to report that I’m in the company of some seriously hilarious females writers. My faves, Tracy a.k.a @wonkabar is a young upstart at the new Honeymag.com (ain’t life ironic?) and Charay a.k.a @mamazun writes for some travel mag but more importantly, she’s a spoken word poet who swears that her cadence has nothing in common with what we remember from Love Jones (oh please believe, I’ve been throwing mad side-eye on that ALL day ’cause Lord knows I can’t stand the power-to-the people/ oil ‘n incense/ bull’ish).
I forsee lots of tomfoolery over the next couple of days….
And as if the blue skies, ridiculous rum punch and making MORE new friends wasn’t enough, for the first time I watched Smokey Robinson perform live! Woah. That blue-eyed brother is the truth. His show was like 2.5 hours cause the catalog is so sick. And I’m not even gonna get into the outfit changes. From the shiny baby blue suit to the bright red leather pants to the … let’s just say the man is an entertainer. I’ll be snapping my fingers and humming ‘My Girl’ for a hot min.
Sing it with me now….
I suck at packing.
No matter how early I begin, inevitably, I will always wind up throwing the last items into my bag and rushing out the door with moments to spare-if that. So needless to say, I’ve only got about 10 minutes to gush about how excited I am to be headed to Barbados for the weekend to check out the island and attend the annual Barbados Jazz Festival. Fingers crossed it will be LOTS of fun and tomfoolery to report.
Shout out to Nicole for inviting me to the Rih-Rih concert where I met the representative from the Barbados Tourism Board Director. Now that’s what friends are for!
And while you’re waiting to hear back from me, please be sure to vote in the Mitzi Moments Better Booty in 2010 giveaway and PRAY from the people of Haiti/ Dominican Republic. 7.0 on the Richter scale is no joke and they need all the positive energy (and monetary donations) we can spare.
As much as I love making them, New Year’s Resolutions tend to be a big fat pain in the arse to keep…. ESPECIALLY the one where I promise to workout more regularly and eat healthy foods. Don’t ask why but somehow or the other, I always wind up on my couch scarfing down an order of McDonalds greasy (but oh so yummy) fries. Sigh. Those things are dusted with crack I tell you.
Here’s wishing everyone a fantastic New Year’s Eve and more importantly, a phenomenal 2010.