You Know What's Good?

• Adele's album 19
• Creme Puffs from Beard Pappa
• The Treats Truck
• the softness of my sister's afro
• gorgeous brown babies
• me in one of my favorite outfits (I have about 20)
• well groomed little girls in pretty simple dresses
• that gorgeous chocolate man that I work with that called me Lady Trouble when he introduced himself to me - swoon fucking worthy
• the fact that my job has absolutely no problem with coworkers getting it on
• my Momma's limeade 
• that Paul Frank Julius hoody with the puppets on the sleeves 
• love
• that moment right before orgasm when your breathe catches and the world seems to stop
• sweaty sated bodies intertwined
• watching Katee and Will dance the Pas de Deux choreographed by Desmond Richardson and Dwight Rhoden again, even with the flight flub on the turn the first time it was still so much better than good
• me on top

C- c- c- c- c- crackhead!

You know I'd do it!  I'm sorry this shit shouldn't be funny but it is.  Specially when you realize that Viv is Halle Berry...

Ok last video association...

...Flashdance made me think of Fame and the crush that I had on Bruno and Leroy. Ah, the good old days...

I hate old ladies...

...not all of them.  But the ones who think that having some wrinkles and grey hair entitles them to speak to people any old way.  Sorry old bitch, my respect is earned, but you knew that didn't you?

So last night should have been a wonderful evening, I took Mommy to go see ALVIN AILEY!!!!  and you know how I feel about Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater. (NYC residents - if you were unable to get tickets to this years City Center performances, they will performing at BAM in June)  Plus it was a night of all new works, including Firebird, which was first.  In this staging, the lead role of the firebird was danced by a male, Clifton Brown.  And oh boy did his ass and thighs make me forget where the hell I was!  Then the other firebird comes out, and boy was he ever the perfect compliment to Mr. Browns light and lovely looks.  Jamar Roberts (I think) is a luscious piece of chocolaty man candy, yes indeed.  We also saw Unfold, which while short was phenomenal!  I think that was my favorite piece of the night.  It was danced my Linda Celeste Sims (who is one of the more recognizable faces of Ailey, she appears in a number of their promotional materials and is really quite beautiful, then she starts dancing and it becomes impossible to take your eyes off of her) and Clifton Brown, Mr. Firebird.

There were two other pieces, The Groove to Nobody's Business and Saddle Up, both were being preformed for the first time this year.  They weren't bad, but I think I prefer the older choreography.  They seems to beheading more towards a modern dance flavor and I'm hesitant to like it since one of the things that I find so mesmerizing about AAADT is their ballet skills.  The leg extensions, the beautifully pointed toe, all of that seemed lacking in The Groove.  Saddle Up was better, but Mommy didn't get it.  Part of the reason that I like Saddle Up is that they used the music of Yo Yo Ma and I dig him.

Now about the old ladies.  If you've ever been to the theater, you know that if you arrive late, they usually make you wait and watch on a closed circuit tv until intermission.  Well thats what happened to the 6 old ladies that were sitting next to and behind me.  And of course I would get stuck sitting next to and in front of the most annoying old biddies in the bunch.  The one next to me, comes in and sits down and decides that I'm in her seat.  I know its not because not only do I know what seats I bought (I looked at the seating chart with the ticket agent when I got them) but we were also seated by an usher, and I'm pretty sure she would know.  Also I heard one of the other women say, "we have the three on the end in both of these rows."  So when she looks at me and says, "You're in my seat!  I'm not going to ask you to move, yet"  I looked at her like, bitch you better not ask me to do shit but excuse your rude attitude!  So the next piece starts and the one behind me, who of course has the most annoying voice you ever heard, decided now is the time to complain about having to wait outside during the first piece.    And my seat mate decides to continue talking about how I'm in her seat. 

Luckily it was a short piece and they shut the fuck up when just about everyone in the section around them cleared their throats as a subtle hint to "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD BAG!"  Oh how I wanted to say that last night.  So its a brief pause in the show and the old bitch next to me finally realizes that I'm not 19 like she first assumed, and she changes her tone.  "I'm pretty sure that she's in my seat and I can't see anything from here, but I don't want to cause any trouble."  So now she's gonna play the poor old woman card.  Sorry bitch not buying it, and neither for that matter is Mommy.  

"What the hell is she going on about now.  Like it wasn't bad enough that they were talking all during the beginning of the piece.  If you were in her seat, don't you think the usher would have asked you to move already?  Sheesh!"  "It's alright Mommy, I know what seats I bought and since she doesn't feel its necessary to address me directly, she can kiss my ass."  I dont think that I need to mention that these women were sitting right next to us so they undoubtedly heard everything Mommy and I said, just like we heard everything that they said.  All of a sudden old bitch wants to check her ticket and lo and behold, she is in the right seat.  Which of course she doesn't want to sit in anymore, she ended up going upstairs to the cheap seats by herself.  Honestly, I think she was annoying the snot out of her friends too, cause no one offered to go with her. 

Lord, please don't let me grow up to be a bitter old woman.   Please!

Bow Chicka Wow Wow!

Ok, I can admit it, I'm a spaz.  This is evidence by the fact that it took me four tries to spell the word spaz right.  Even further evidenced by the fact that I am constantly screwing up dates and shit.  You see, this week was my girl Bizzy's birthday, she sent me an evite to her party, which was being held at a club in the city.  Sunday is also Slick's birthday, (Time Out:  GO SAGGS!  GO SAGGS!) so when I was chilling with him last Sunday, I brought up the party that Bizzy was having on Saturday the 14th.   Cool he says, can you ask her if she can put you on the list for like 14 people?  I call Bizzy, sure no problem, just mention such and such list when they get to the door and they should be cool.  Bizzy and I also get to talking and she tells me she's still not sure how she's getting there and let her know if I'm coming by myself because she may be driving and there will be no one else in the car.  I already invited Cousin T and Bobby, but Bobby has already gotten back to me to say that she didn't think she would be going out, she's in school for her masters, and since Cousin T is working on her PhD, I figure same deal.  Sure enough a day later, I talk to Cousin T and she's got a shitload of class work.  

Friday rolls around, and it started off kinda crappy cause I couldn't find my check book and the mortgage is due on the 15th.  Yes I'm old fashion, I don't like paying that shit online or electronically,  I want a person to blame and a receipt thank you very much!  So I was kind of dragging all day, cause even though I found it, it threw me off.  I finally unwind and its like 9, I say to myself, self call Bizzy and see if she's set for tomorrow night.  "Hey girl, whats what, I was just calling to see how you're getting there tomorrow night?"  "Trouble what the hell have you been smoking, my parties tonight!"  Uh, oooops?!  Make matters worse, no she doesn't have anyone to ride with her, can I?  She needs to be at the club at 12:30.  what the fuck am I going to wear?  Three dresses pop into mind.  Shit, what about Slick?  Quick phone call and we're good, he'll see me later at the club.  Fuck, Cousin T!  She's in the house doing some work, damn she wanted to go out too, but hold on T cause Slick may still want to go out on Saturday.

Oh to make matters worse, I just downloaded a new ringer for my phone, Chocolate Rain, and everytime I hear "Chocolate Raaaaaaaaaain!..." I crack the fuck up and have to compose myself in order to answer the phone.  Best ringer ever, right after the pinball song from Sesame Street (1,2,3,4,5  6,7,8,9,10  11,12!), and Back to Black.  But I did manage to get dressed and ready by 12:30.  Bizzy didn't show up til 1 but thats another matter.  I was ready.  So we get to the City, and the promoter is not at the Club.  Which means we're going to have to wait on line.  Wait, not so much a problem cause Slicks already there and on line.  Wait, problem cause Bizzy's not sure if we are going to have to pay and the dude the promoter told her to call isn't answering his phone.  Wait, bigger problem cause Slick, as usual, is wearing Jordans and they, as usual, don't want to let him into the club in sneakers.  "Nah, Troub go on in enjoy yourself, I'll catch up with you later."  

Still can't find the promoter and we're going all over the club trying to find Bizzy's peeps, and see where they set her up in VIP.  Errrrrrrrrk!  Thats the screeching halt that was the whole VIP thing.  Seems the promoter didn't set her up anywhere.  No matter, find me a Grey Goose and pineapple juice and all will soon be right with the world.  Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk Crash Boom Blow The Fuck Up!  Bizzy doesn't drink, and I'll be damned if I'll be the (cover your eyes Danae! Seriously skip ahead to the next paragraph Ok?) high reeking of trees AND drunk off her ass friend.  My self medication might have had something to do with the fact that I was hella calm and mellow during this whole shit.  

So, Bizzy decides to gather her posse and roll out to eat.  She's organizing and I'm standing at the top of the three stairs that lead down to the dancefloor.  I see this adorable little dude (I have a weakness for guys who are like my height without heels, don't know why)  whose song clearly just came on.  I'm standing there smiling at his antics and he looks up, stops dancing and climbs up and over the little railing that separating me from the dance floor.  "Hello gorgeous"  I swear the boy is maybe 23 or 24, but adorable as all shit, who know I had a thing for freckles?  So he tells me his name, and I'm gonna call him Aig, cause it was either Craig, Greg, Dre, or something along those lines.  And he tells me that he's a pharmaceutical technician and I'm thinking, boy drug dealers are really coming up with some creative new things to call themselves, but it turns out I'm an ass and apparently think the worse in people cause it turns out he really works in a pharmacy.

And no, I didn't flat leave Slick, I called him as soon as we left and he met us at the restaurant.  I'm also supposed to see him tonight.  And oh shit, fries with fresh shaved parmesan and truffle oil is my new favorite thing!

The Fight

Huh, its strange, I was thinking about doing a post about the Merryweather Hatton fight but I forgot.  Somehow I still got some hits off of it.  Maybe those 8 people were psychic...

Anyway, I went with Cousin T and her man to Bobby's cousin's house to watch the fight.  It was only about 10 people which was cool.  And the house was for Merryweather, which was even cooler.  His last fight I was at a hispanic house and they were for De La Hoya.  Needless to say it almost came to blows a couple of times during the evening.  This time we were clearly told, "If Merryweather don't win, yall got to get the fuck out!  Cause I'll be damned if you see me cry!"

As you all probably know, nobody got kicked out.  I'll admit I was a little scared for a minute that the judges score cards weren't going to go Floyd's way.  But I did notice that every time he landed a punch, poor lil Ricky's head was snapping back like a crash test dummy.  I was pretty sure that if Floyd kept it up, he was gonna get him.  AND HE DID!  I mean did you see that shit!  First the snap back and then BAM! head first into the corner guard (Slick told me what that shit is really called, but I dont remember, sorry Slick.)  Two more hits and it was over.  I swear Ricky's camp threw in the towel before he even hit the ground!  And did anybody else peep the smile that came over Floyd's face when dude hit the ground?

Anyway it was a good fight, really made me want to go out and knock a fucktard out!

Two Two Two Dancing Dudes!

A ha ha ha! (does anyone else adore The Count from Sesame Street?)

I think this was around the time that I fell in love with Savion...

courtesy of YouTube

Who Knew Steve Martin Could Tap Dance?!?

courtesy of YouTube

Doesn't get good til about the 1:46 mark, but damn!

How Cold Is It?

Colder than a witches tit in a brass bra! Cold enough to freeze the balls off of a brass monkey! (Buzz taught me that one!) It's fucking cold! And it snowed again last night.

I'll be back I'm going to buy tickets to Alvin Ailey! Firebird here I come! I don't know if I mentioned this but the lead dancer for Firebird is a man! I remember watching Judith Jamison dance the lead part as a kid, and am soooo excited to see it from another perspective.

If anyone out there knows any dancers, here is the audition schedule for The Ailey's School. Auditions are being held all around the country.

Totally random: I've realized that I can now say "20 years ago I was..."

A Spoonful of Sugar

• I'm going through some shit right now. Not my usual, I don't feel well, I'm too busy to blog type shit. I'm talking life altering. I'm not really sure how I feel about it so I'm not in any mood to share. At least not yet. So forgive me if I start rambling and you aren't really sure what I'm talking about. But just know that there was no loss of life limb or livelihood. Oh and I'm not pregnant

• I'd love to become a pastry chef (I think I mentioned this last week) but the program that I want is $33,000 for the 6 month program with internships and job placement.
  
• I'm sorry I haven't been leaving comments for you guys, Snarky has become straight out Bitchy lately and I didn't want to subject you guys to that. But I have been reading up.
• I WILL NOT LET MYSELF FALL INTO A FUNK!
• I love commercials, but there are a couple out there that annoy the shit out of me... The Sandwich shop one where the dad starts whining like a brat so the wife will buy him a sandwich, and the kid misses his baseball game because of it. The Office Supply Store Holiday commercial where Santa gets snowed in and calls in the Office Supply Store for help, it shows kids getting excited because they got a stapler AND pencils and Rudolph stealing a truck. (excuse me for a moment while Tiki takes over) Uh, Santa lives in the North Pole, you really think he doesn't know how to handle snow? And what the hell does Rudolph need with a truck when he can fly? Don't even get me started on the shiteous gifts. Oh and lastly the credit card commercial where there are all these scissors on the ground - thats the stuff of nightmares for me.
  
• A couple of months ago, LadyShay pointed out this medication that had some pretty scary side effects. Well I was looking at a commercial for this drug that is supposed to be for men that have an overactive bladder. The premise being that its embarrassing to have to pee all the time. BUT one of the major side effects is loss of consciousness upon standing. So let me get this straight, taking a piss isn't manly, but passing the fuck out everytime you stand up is?
• ALVIN AILEY AMERICAN DANCE THEATER has started its new season AND THEY ARE DOING FIREBIRD! They are performing in NY until December 31st and for the rest of the stops on the tour go here

They are going to Jacksonville FL, Costa Mesa Berkeley and Davis CA, and Seattle WA. I don't see any Texas dates though...

Music from the Sole...

Can I just say, that he moves his upper body alot more than you would think, but its crazy that the only thing in focus in the first pic is his legs.   I think I have better pics, but blooger is being an ass and I had two Grey Goose and Pineapple juices...

*le Sigh

Can I just say, Mommy rocks!  Seriously, best birthday gift evah! (at least that I can remember)  So the seats weren't the best, but that was my fault (more on that later, if I remember) and I could still see all three dancers and their feet.  But damn if I didn't have a cheesy grin on my face from the moment Savion stepped out on stage, wearing a Gregory Hines t-shirt I might add,.  Part of the reason that I had such a good time was because you could tell that he was having such a good time.  He was smiling and "Yeah Baby!"ing it up, but I think he had the most fun when he was watching the other two dancers (who were bad ass by the by) do their solos.  

The name of the set was "Music from the Sole" and he and the other two dancers basically made music by hoofing.  There was also a sax/coronet player and a steel pan player, but for most of the set it was either Savion by himself of with the other two dudes backing him up.  They horn dude was good, but the steel pan dude blew my mind.  He played everything on that pan from jazz to hip hop to rap (cause its not the same thing to me) to pop to fucking Chopin.  My favorites of the horn guys pieces were Night in Tunisia and My Favorite Things, which just happen to be two of my favorite jazz songs.  I kept hoping for Naima by John Coltrane, but alas it wasn't meant to be...

So I was late, cause all those fuckers I work with broke the fuck out and I don't feel right leaving OfficeManager in the office by herself.  Persian Royalty showed up and he's a gentleman so I knew she'd be alright, but by the time I met Mommy at BB Kings, the place was pretty packed.  So the host shows us to this table and its kinda cramped but its two seats and we could see the stage.  I must have made a face or something cause while we're standing there with the waiter, the manager (kind of a cute if somewhat preppy black dude) appears out of no where to assure us that these are the best seats that they have left.   Mommy's giving me the smirk, the one that means "look at my child, flirting again" which I wasn't!  But somehow, that manager was always nearby.  Despite that I was able to get some pretty ok pictures and since my camera rocks I was also able to get something that I was supposed to but I don't know how to get it off of the camera and onto the blog, so somebody send me an email on how to do that shit.

And can I just say that I was a complete and total fan girl.  Since I posted those pics of Savion yesterday, I had them on my ipod so I was showing them to Mommy who shows them to the woman sitting next to her who happened to be a Psychology teacher at Queens College.  She was this adorable maybe late 50 ish vegetarian who was taking the tap class of one of the backup dancers - who also teaches at Queens College.  So there is a possibility that Savion will hear about the adorable thin chick whose turning 30 on Saturday and has pictures of him and Tony Curtis on her ipod.  Speaking of Tony Curtis, Mommy did something ("I don't know, I pressed something!") and the picture of Tony Curtis popped up and Mommy and the Psych Prof were like, "Uh?" so I told them it was Tony Curtis and they were both like, "He used to be so cute" (ha Danae!)

AND HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SAVION! ( it was on Monday)

More Savion

Tomorrow

When I was a kid, Mommy enrolled both me and sisty in ballet classes. It didn't take long for her to discover that I have a bit of an issue sitting/standing still and I only listen if its interesting. So into gymnastics I went, it was perfect, until the gym I went too closed. So back to dance, but this time into jazz and tap, and I loved it. Then at 12, I saw Tap, starring Gregory Hines and Sammy Davis Jr., and fell in love with Savion Glover. I know, I know, he's kinda scruffy now, but he is where my love of dancing men began.

Maybe a year ago, I was riding the bus cross town and I saw him walking by. I jumped up, squealed like a stuck pig, and ran to the window. Then I had to explain that Savion Glover just walked by and then who Savion Glover is. So guess where Mommy is taking me tomorrow night? TO SEE SAVION GLOVER!!!!! And I'm so excited its ridiculous.

And as if I needed anymore reason to love he, he was on SESAME STREET FOR FIVE SEASONS! I swear thats like my dream job. So there was a little incident with some greenery, that doesn't make him a bad person, just chillaxed as all hell...

Random...

- What ever happened to Keith Sweat? Mommy used to love him...

-Mommy does not like J Holiday's new album. "Is he singing about smoking a blunt?" she actually thought that was kinda cute. "I dont want to hear some young buck singing about feelin on somebodies ass. What is he like 17?" She said she only heard one song that she liked but she didn't like it enough to remember which one it was. "Please dont play that on the way home."

- We went to Cheesecake Factory for lunch and had a great waitress this time. They sat us at this table by the windows that overlooks the parking lot and for some reason it was fascinating to Mommy and me! "Oh shit if he had just waited one more minute he would have gotten that spot!" "He's just gonna sit there, doesn't he know people are waiting" It was utterly ridiculous. So much so that we even had the waitress looking out the window at the parking lot drama! I'm such a dweeb...

-The new Berry Almond Struedel Cheescake was delicious! I bought home a piece of Pumpkin Pecan... (I have a thing for Pumpkin pie, and pecan pie, and cheescake so I figure it should be like a party in my mouth)

-I saw a pair of gorgeous grey suede boots in Macy's and when I picked them up I noticed this woman was holding the matching shoes. We both went "Oooooooooo!" when we saw what the other was holding then cracked the fuck up. I can't remember who made those boots...

-I haven't decided if I'm going to keep the Coach boots, I have 30 days

-Whenever I go to a discount shoe store, the first thing I do is look for things that are out of place. You know a box stuck underneath a rack, or turned the wrong way, or one out of place box (you know like a Charles David box in the middle of a bunch of Nine West). I look for the shit that people hide. Thats how I found the Coach boots today. Someone had stashed the last 8 underneath a rack of Cole Hann boots. Sorry bitch your boots are gone! Mwahahahahahahaha! I also found some tan shearling flat boots underneath there but they were a 6.

-When I went away to college freshman year, you were the shit if you had a tv and a vcr in your dorm room. And when I was a kid my dad thought he was the shit cause we had a BetaMax player (anyone else remember those?) "This is the wave of the future!" he told Mommy when she asked him why he got that big ass thing...

-Mommy used to also love Colonel Abrams, when we were kids she dragged me and Hautechick to a free concert he had in the park. We still tease her about it. "Not gonna let, no no, let youuuuu, no, you get the best-a, you get the best of meeeeee!"

-I broke 4 nails today, and they weren't even long!

Rudolph Nureyev

In case you couldn't tell he was a cutie in Swine Lake, here's a better look. Who else wants his jacket? And Afro peep the crotch, I think he stuffed it cause it looks bigger here than it did in his tights. And peep Kermit getting manhandled by Sam...

Tight Tushy

Cause I'd hate to have lead you guys on. Some of you didn't like the Big Wangeroo I showed you, so here's a tight tushy, Mr. Rudolph Nureyev, who is kindof a hottie yes no?

So You Think You Can Dance

One of my favorite pieces from this last season. Watch my baby run these bitches! (they are really talented but all I saw was *le sigh* Danny...



and can I just say I watched that shit like 8 times before postin it...

Yum!

Have I mentioned that I don't have cable? Or the fact that I lu-uuuuuv men that can dance? So it shouldn't come as too much of a surprise that I was addicted to So You Think You Can Dance this summer. If you've never seen the show, you should check it out, there are bout a million clips on YouTube. Alot of the dancers on the show were really talented. But my favorite, by far, was this seasons runner up Danny Tidwell. Oooooo that man! This clip is kinda long but worth the looksy if you like dance. I don't care if he's gay straight or other, his leg extensions turn me on...