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My Girl Got a Girlfriend?

AFTER TWO WEEKS OF TRYING TO MEET UP WITH KELIS' STYLIST DAMON PERUZZI, I FINALLY MAKE IT TO HIS WEEKLY SUNDAY NIGHT PARTY AT LOTUS NIGHTCLUB LOCATED IN THE HEART OF THE MEATPACKING DISTRICT. AS IF I WOULD EXPECT ANYTHING LESS, HIS VIP AREA WAS JAMMED PACKED WITH A BEAUTIFUL, SUPER-ORDINARILY HIP AND TRENDY CROWD. IT WAS LIKE STEPPING INTO A PHARRELL WILLIAMS MUSIC VIDEO. WITH BOTTLES POPPING ALL NIGHT, IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT PEOPLE WERE STARTING TO FEEL A LITTLE LOOSER AS THE NIGHT PROGRESSED. THE ENTOURAGE WAS NOW DANCING ON THE TABLES, THE SOFAS, THE CLEANING STAFF, AS WELL AS EACH OTHER. IT WAS AN ALL AND ALL ENTERTAININGLY GOOD TIME.

I HADN'T HAD A STRAIGHT UP, BALLS TO THE WALL, SWEAT YOUR HAIR OUT, CLUB NIGHT IN A WHILE. THIS WAS LIBERATING. AS I'M DANCING AWAY TO SNOOP'S LATEST, THE GIRL NEXT TO ME GRABS MY ARM AND COMPLIMENTS ME ON MY TOP. I SAY THANKS AND CONTINUE DANCING. SHE STOPS ME AGAIN TO NOW COMPLIMENT ME ON MY NECKLACE. I'M LIKE WOW, THIS CHICK IS REALLY DIGGING THE FIT. COOL STUFF. WE START CHATTING, SHE OFFERS DRINKS, I ACCEPT, WE CONTINUE DANCING. I SPOT MY FRIENDS SO I RELOCATE(WHICH I FIND OUT LATER RAN INTO USHER'S BABY MAMA/WIFEY/BUSSY BABY IN THE LITTLE LADIES ROOM LOOKING FOR SOME POPPIN' LIP GLOSS FROM ANYONE OFFERING) BUT WHEN I TURN AROUND MY NEW "FRIEND" IS STILL BEHIND ME, STILL TRYING TO TALK IN THE CLUB, STILL TRYING TO DANCE, STILL TRYING TO......HOLLER? APPARENTLY I WAS THE LAST ONE TO NOTICE THAT I GOT GOT. AND BECAUSE I ACCEPTED THAT INITIAL DRINK IT AUTOMATICALLY MADE ME MY NEW "FRIENDS" B!TCH FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT. GOSH, I ALWAYS MANAGE TO GET MYSELF IN WEIRD SITUATIONS DUE TO MY OBLIVIOUS TENDENCIES. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT TO TREAT HER LIKE I TREAT GUYS I'M TRYING TO NICELY GET RID OF. IF THEY'RE NOT CREEPS I GIVE THEM MY INFO BECAUSE I'M ALL ABOUT CONNECTIONS, AND MISSION ACCOMPLISHED FOR THEM, THEY WALK AWAY WITH DIGITS AND I WIN BY REGAINING MY FREEDOM FROM THEIR VERBAL BONDAGE.

I GOT AWAY, TALKED A LITTLE BUSINESS WITH DAMON, AND WRAPPED UP THE NIGHT. GOOD TIMES, I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL DAMON'S NEXT EVENT AT GOLDBAR LATER IN THE WEEK.....to be continued

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  1. Blogger Boss Lady | April 14, 2008 at 9:42 AM |  

    ha ha ha ha!!!

  2. Anonymous Anonymous | April 14, 2008 at 10:53 AM |  

    PAUSE

  3. Anonymous Anonymous | April 14, 2008 at 1:40 PM |  

    you can't help it girl...everybody wants your body...it's in da blood. teehee

  4. Anonymous Anonymous | April 16, 2008 at 9:38 PM |  

    ... one day your mama and i will tell you all about the beauty curse that has plagued the women of the family for generations .. men want to BE WITH US and women want to BE US .. hell women want to BE WITH US TOO.. and shit might as well put it all ut there men WANT TO BE US too .. aye yia yia ..