Supa Weekend Wrap-Up!

Children

when they ask you

why your momma so funny

say

she a poet

she don't have no sense...

- Lucille Clifton

(Note: this is a long ass photoblog, bear with me, breakin' in my new Treo!)

So, check it: When a sista is at the pad, barking out chore orders at the RR's, blastin' Bebel Gilberto & DP's afrobrazilian mixCD's too damn loud, checking movie times online, crip walking around the house while intermittently bustin' out in obscure Pharcyde rhymes - a sista's feelin' better!

Yes, Blogger Fam, it's true! I'm finally over the evil flu (& to-the-bone exhaustion) and feeling kinda supa again! (Thanks to God, a week off work, and enough fluids to hydrate a small country). And yo!! Just in time too, 'cause Supa and the RR's had a fucking fabulous weekend! Straight up rithikulous. So much good shit, where DO I begin...?

Let's start here: After years of hard work and planning and setbacks - one of Supa's close SupaSisterFriends (and Supa's bomb hair braider) finally realized her dream of opening her own salon!! So big ups to Mahogany Braid Boutique, wonderfully located in the Leimert Park area of Los Angeles. It's been a long journey (8 years) and the Supa Friends collective are sooo happy and proud of her. It's so encouraging and inspiring to see sistas (and black folk) do well in the small business/entrepreneurial arena, yeah? Especially this sista, 'cause she's got mad skills. Look:

(photo shoot from last year - she's back row, third from da left)

Her work has been featured in magazines, and she's even plaited some Hollywood folk, or two or three...('aint droppin' no names) She does it all: individuals, locs, conrows, twists, weaves, etc., all ages, races, and head sizes...(lol!) When we get her website up and running, I'll be sure to put up the link. The grand opening will be in June.

And then, Supa and the RR #2 (RR#1 was still at the pad, primping..) stumbled upon a carnival/block party, also in the Black Greenwich Village, given as a fundraiser for one of the neighborhood charter schools. (View Park Preparatory - located in "south central" LA, ranked as one of the best accelerated charter schools in the state, I'm told. Yes, the RR's are on the waiting list)

It was your typical "Saturday spring afternoon, good food-and-festivities, beautiful-black-people out-living-laughing-and-having-mad-fun" type joints.

There were children learning how to fly:

(Ruff Ryder #2, lil' supa in training)

little brothas runnin' some ball.....

jewelry for Supa to buy.....

Saturday night was the big FIGHT party at my girl and her hubby's pad.

(go 'head on, Oscar, you kicked that ass)

(Supa & anotha SupaFriend, and my godbaby I finally held!)

Yeah, it was a full house, and ya girl was actin' all grown; drinking, laughing, parlayin', and shit-talkin', while no less than 50 kids ran all throughout the damn house. (Quote of the night: "Ya'll kids - stay in the back!!")

Remember those days, when your parents and their friends were partyin' & drankin' all loud in the "front," and you couldn't do SHIT but stay in the "back" with all the other rowdy ass kids? Yep. Good times! Supa remembers one time while in attendance at some 'grown-up' party when she was about 10, she pushed some stinky boy out of a window (screen only), and the whole "Back Room Crew" got in trouble...but yo, he shouldn't have tried to kiss me.

Anyway, Ruff Ryder #1 actually got paid for keepin the underage posse in check on Sat. night. When I peeked in on 'em, there were about 6 kids tugging on his frame ("play ball with me, what's the cheat code for this, how you do that...") His ass was tired that night, trust! Good kid, that boy. Now if he'd only shower on the regular....

Sunday: Free jazz concert in the park. Me and Auntie rolled out sans the RR's. First, lunch at my fave Jamaican joint: Then, the enterainment.

Wonderful line-up; one particular act, these cats from Mali (one drummer, one vocalist) smashed it. I mean like, brought tears to my eyes, smashed it.

Beautiful vibes, beautiful day. Supa was just kickin' back, basking in the sun and enjoying the scene!

Then, yo: the drum circle. Man...

Shit was fiyah. Ya girl caught the rhythm and damn near sweated out her perm. (ha ha, if I had one!)

Got back to the pad, feelin' good but had to put my foot in some asses 'cause chores still weren't done.... (Sweep, boy! Sweep!)

(check The Girl, trynta play like she's still sick)

and The Pooch got herself some new specs, compliments of The Girl.

Other miscellaneous worthwile news: Got my new book cover proof back from the graphic designer (I like, I like!); and...(drum roll)...turns out Supa will soon be getting a room mate. And, it's a man. (gasp!) I'll let ya'll marinate on that fo' a minute.... (snickering)

Supa, out! 'Bout to get ready for the work week at the CSS. Hope everyone had a great weekend! (note to self: Thinkin' this blog might be enough for the whole week...)

That is all, carry on.

PS - Oooh! One of my favorite Twilight Zone episodes is on - the one when the little girl falls out her bed and gets lost...some fucking where. 'Bout to peep! (for the six hundreth time)