Countdown to Earth Day, Part One...

On the real Blogger Fam, it's always been Supa's practice to celebrate every day like it's ya damn birthday, but when the actual date of when you first busted fresh on this planet rolls around - she truly believes the hotness of it all can't be limited to a silly ole day...

Yes! Supa truly believes in celebrating birthday weeks! And if she's really in the mood - the whole damn month. One day is just too limiting...feel me? Besides, it leaves too much to chance. I mean, look what happened to this diva on her birthday. (yikes!) Big shout out to fellow Gemini Shannon! Hope you're still celebrating, ma!

But for reals...Supa started the countdown this weekend, and it can only! get! better!

Quick rundown: One of the Supa Friends, (Sexy Petite Diva aka Kishie Poo), flew in from the J (Jersey) along with her hubby, to be present for the Supa festivities! Yaay! Supa really misses her girl...'cause a few years back she fell in love and got married and relinquished her West Coast roots and moved three thousand freakin' miles away...(big sniff) - but I 'aint frettin' 'cause her and her dude (who are my most favoritist power couple, btw - think Bey and Jay) are big ballin' in such a way that whenever either one of us gets pitiful, she can just hop on a plane and be back on the Wesside in an instant. Here she go:



(Kishie Poo, on her wedding day, Jamaica, 2004)



Anywho, she and hubby and Auntie rolled through on Saturday eve, and helped kick off the countdown with Supa and the RR's - straight house party style. I'm talkin', fresh lobster, salad, mojitos, jazz, and unrestricted foolishness. Can you say par-lay? It was good, good times!










( me, Auntie, and Kish; at least 2 mojitos deep...)

So okay, it was the kind of soiree where folks ended up passed out on the couch 'till the next morn...('aint sayin' no names...*cough*auntie*cough*) :)

And then, come Sunday, The Power Couple Extraordinaire called Supa up and said: "Hey! Let's go rollerblading at Venice Beach today!!" Hell yeah, yo! Supa 'aint been to Venice in a minute, and besides she's been wanting to get there to purchase one of these.... not for me, but for one of my, uhh, friends....

Ahhh, Venice Beach, (home of Muscle Beach and the infamous Venice Courts) where every freak, outcast, hippie, side show, vaudeville act, street performer, derelict, wanna-be rapper, video ho/model, throwback 70's pimp, and/or Pelican Bay parollee is on beautiful display - Supa use to ditch school and observe and hang out with all of the above, back in the day... (good times, good times...)

So yeah! Supa hits the beach!

So...does she coast around Venice on her blades like a true dancing queen, or does she play herself and fall on flat on her ass???

Does she catch the eye of some bootleg modeling agent and get propostioned to model in Fantasy Flesh 2006???

Does she donate a dolla to the special needs lookin' brotha who dances on the boardwalk in a leopard printed speedo, or does she pass him by??

Does she add a few new entries to her catalog of polite disses?

Stay tuned for the next installment!

Hope ya'll had a bomb weekend, and/or at least made bail in time for work....

Supa, out!

PS - There were more pics, but Blogger is still on crack. And apparently sleeping with infected prostitutes.