(the Supa Pad, post rennovations) And um yes of course, there's pre-drama drama to report. Like to hear it? Hear it go: First, Tia's cousin jetted out on her at the exact precise time she was supposed to be dropping her off at my pad (did she swoop back to the Slauson Swapmeet?!?). Next, Tam and Dee had to wait around for Tam's sitter to show, and therefore, got a lil' off schedule. PLUS, Dee drove up from Daygo (San Diego - big ups to Dee!), and I think she was gettin' kinda hungry...By this time it's around 7-ish, and we were due to appear at Lola's 'round 7:30... (we were striving for OPT vs. CPT). SO, Supa's waiting around, while texting Tia, while calling Tam, while debating on whether to order MORE pizza for those hungry-ass boys in my house (RR#1 and his pal), while worrying about our designated 7:30 meeting time at the jump off spot...
Then: Tia arrives!!! Yaaaayyyyy! We hadn't seen each other since Dallas (4 years??), and we just CANNOT let that much time pass again, okay, T? Okay. So here we are skinnin' and grinnin'. (not so bad, considering we were doing that "stretch the arm so we can take our own picture" move!) See? 'Aint she purty! And she's hella smart - she's a bona fide computer genius/IT whiz/editor/consultant/writer/all-around fly momma (yeah, she's supa) and she's funny, too! With her country-talkin' ass. Uh, I'ma need you to reclaim your rightful Cali accent. Stat!
Oh, and she brought me a present, too:
Some batteries. Thanks, Ms. Smartass!
So we get to chattin', while Supa's showing her around the pad. You know, talking design ideas and color schemes and what not. The Pooch, with her nosey self, wants to be all up in the mix, following us all around the house, so she and Tia stop and pose for this shot right here. Lovely.
So, okay - like, where the hell are Tam and Dee? We hear a car pull up, but then realize it's just a guest headed over to my ghetto ass neighbors' house. (yes, Latinos & their loud-ass backyard "parties" DO fall under the "ghetto" umbrella) Then anotha car pulls up, but that's just one of the Supa Friends (Green Eyed Bandit) rollin' through, stoppin' to holla real fast, along with his cutie pie of a son. (Tia - he said he hopes you had big fun.)
FINALLY - That girl Tam hits me on the cellie, talkin' 'bout: "I'm on such-and-such boulevard, now which way do I go..."
Okay, and first of all, our girl was sounding majorly raspy - she was out hollering at the Black Eyed Peas concert the night before, and lost her voice, or something like that. Yeah, I'll ask MACK when all the hollering really took place, but whateva. Ya'll grown. So anyway, she's just a talking, sounding all froggy, and I was half-listening while giggling about it with Tia, and next thing I know Tam's going: (trynta whisper all loud n shit)
"Damn n*gga, which way do I turn, don't you know the directions to ya own goddamn house?!" Okay? She went straight South Central on me. Now that's my kinda chick! So of course, the proper response was: "Look trick, the two damn streets you just rattled off run PARALLEL, but I couldn't tell you that 'cause I was too busy clownin' your strep throat-ed ass!"It's 'bout to be a party, ya'll! Let's roll......
SO! After Supa walks Dee and Tam through the pad, then introduces and gives instructions to RR#1 (call me in an hour, betta pick up the phone when I call, NO ya'll can't get on the bus and go to the movies, stay ya'lls asses inside this house, etc.) - That Girl Tam, One Cool Sis, Diva Dee, and Supa have a mini-jam session in the middle of her living room when Kool Moe Dee came on the Dish satellite old-school jams radio station. Party ova here, party ova there, okay ya'll, let's bounce!
Hop in the whip, Hollywood-bound!! Glam and a few others are to meet us at Lola's; Tia's cousins and a few friends of mine are planning to meet there as well. We're blastin' the sounds, laughing and chattin' while rollin' down Fairfax Boulevard into West LA, through Little Ethiopia, past The Grove, heading into West Hollywood. It was all lovely, felt reminiscent of the high school daze (days) when you and ya girls was out and about, just having a great time.
Get to Lola's, valet, step out the whip like "yeah, yeah, we here, we here!" I'm thinking: Can't wait to get inside and order a bomb martini....
Wanna hear the rest of the hotness?? (you know you do)
Bounce to Tam's blog to read Part II of WCBH Saturday Saga....."Tell Him I Said "Fuck You!"
Bounce to Glam's blog to read Part III of WCBH Saturday Saga..... "I Wasn't Born A Geisha.."