Closet Cheeks: The Debut

I’m sorry maaaaaama, I never meant to hurt youuuuuu. I never meant to make you cry but tonight, I’m cleanin’ out my closet!

*slowly turns around to see ya’ll*

… Oh, hey!

No worries, I’ont got any animosity to let out regarding Mama Cheeks, I just immediately thought of that song when I heard the word, “closet.” What, you thought I’d sing something else? -_-

You know one of those days where you feel like you look SO cute or SO fly, you feel the need to share it with hundreds of (basically) strangers? Funny enough, now that it’s 2012, dayum near airbody knows this feeling. I can’t even lie. I shole do. I’m so vain, I prolly think this post is about me.

Wait, what?

Anyway, one particular day I decided to show off this bright arse bag I got from Target on Twitter, and Peebz told me she liked my style. She then asked if I’ve ever considered doing “Outfit of the Day” type posts.

After beaming and blushing, I kinda side-eyed myself all, “I’m no fashion expert!” I told her such and she hit me with this gem, “Fashion/style isn’t us. We are our fashion/style.”

*holy ghost stomp* Well, SHUT the revolving door! If that ain’t some truth, I don’t know what is. Props to Peebz for inspiring this… and me.

So, Pinchers, I’ll definitely do this every once and a while as a series. Whenever I throw something together that is particularly dope to me, I’ll share it with ya’ll. And say a little something about what inspired the outfit and whatnot, too! So, let’s get to it!

Winter is winding down to a close this year and though we actually haven’t had too terrible of a winter here in the Chi, there is always something about me that longs for the warm days and sunshine. Blame it on being a summer baby. Rawr.

So, even in the winter, I try to incorporate plentiful sunshine in some way. Bright colors is where it’s at. I always admired the contrast between a dull, cloudy day and a super bright outfit or an illuminating accent piece that stands out and makes me smile. Today’s outfit did just that…

Dress: Old Navy

Knee-High Boots: Delias

Necklace: Charlotte Russe

Nails: Sally Hansen's "Snappy Sorbet"

Oh, and the camera. About that… LOL. Just my iPhone in front of a floor-length mirror. Told ya I wasn’t an expert!

Love ya like milk loves Oreos,

Cheekie

 

P.S. Edited to add a close-up of the boots!

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Girl, Look What You’ve Done To Me

This. But, in chick form.

Ya’ll remember that Davy Jones joint on The Brady Bunch? Yeah, that.* Ish used to annoy me to know end. But, I sang it all the time. I’m a weird creature. *as everyone nods in agreement, leaving not one person to dispute*

Anyhoot.

Four score and 50-lem years ago, I read a post on VSB about girl crushes. And I commented. So, following up on my post about women being more comfortable with expressing their attraction to the same sex while still comfortably maintaining their hetereosexual status, I decided to expand on the list I left on VSB with a little detail. I love details. Hope you do, too.

So, allow me to shamone with my List O’ Girl Crushes (and why):

– Nia Long. Love Jones (I’m pretty sure I was team “Larenz and Nia” for the longest time). The Best Man (That Stevie Wonder “As” scene, doe?!). Fresh Prince of Bel Air (Lisa was my favorite girlfriend of Will’s, of course. And this was when I realized that Nia had a comedic flair). To name a few. What I love about Nia other than her beauty is how approachable she seems. Pretty much every character she portrays is always one that could be “yo girl.” She always portrays a character that is so cool and just about every woman can see themselves hanging out with her. And beyond that, she seems that way in real life. From her interviews, she seems as cool as her characters. But yeah, this is a popular choice amongst the ladies. I think what makes her so likeable is that, yes, while she’s pretty, she seems down enough for that not to be a “hateable” factor amongst women. Ya know, since we do that a lot. Hate on purty womens. o______O

– Aaliyah. Maaaaaaaaan, don’t even get me started on my Aaliyah stan-dom. Oh wait, you already did. Or maybe I did. Either way. I was probably about 12 or 13 when I first “fell” for her. Hell, I thought I WAS her. This was about the age when I got my first perm, so you couldn’t tell me ISH when I had my wrap. I rocked my over-the-eye side-swoop, all Tommy Gear airthang (yup, was a Hilfiger stan as well), and showed off the belly button.** The way she was able to create that “sexy tomboy” (I was definitely a tomboy back in the day) look and the fluidity of her dance moves spoke to me in her soft, sweet voice.

– Sanaa Lathan. Similar to the reasons why I dig Nia. She seems so cool… so down-to-earth. And her characters are usually the “girl next door”, underdog, “guy friend won’t notice me as something more” type character that I loved and naturally… identified with. While she’s definitely beautiful, she has these rough undertones that makes her more relatable… to me, at least.

– Stacey Dash. I remember when I first saw Clueless, one of my first thoughts was, “Wow, she’s pretty.”*** And whattaya know, this bish has gotten more gorgeous with age. In a society that values youth (coughHollyweirdcough), she’s one lucky missy. Because while she’s always been a pretty woman (and young lady), I must say that she’s upgraded with age. I can say that with confidence. She’s not just drinking the fountain of youth, she’s drinking the fountain of “Upgrade Ya.”

– Kate Winslet. So, in Titanic, I thought she was a feisty, cute and curvy woman. I loved her character and always sensed this understated grace. Then she grew up. And I’ve definitely been paying attention. Yes, she lost weight and has more of a Hollywood-accepted figure, but I think that understated grace that I sensed earlier is in full bloom now. And that’s what makes me crush on her. She still seems like the spunky girl from earlier times, but has this elegance that can’t quite be matched. Plus, she was effing PERFECTION in The Reader.

– Freida Pinto. This chick is effing FLAWLESS to me. Like, in Slumdog Millionaire, we saw her character, Latika through Jamal’s eyes. So, the audience was sort of “forced” to see her as beautiful. But, step back for a minute and actually look at her. Bish is gaw-juss. And she kept reiterating that when she walked the many red carpets throughout the film’s success. She’s pretty much a goddess, IMO.

– Honorable and more recent mention not added in the previous list: Mila Kunis. Yup, Black Swan had everything to do with this addition. I’m sure when I saw her on That 70s Show years ago, I was like, “She cute!”, but never really noticed her since I didn’t look at that show. But, after seeing her recently, I’ve been intrigued. For one, she has one of the most expressive eyes I’ve seen in a while. I like expressive eyes. Like, Michael Jackson swag. Anyway, she hot.

Lady Pinchers, it’s your turn! What are your girl crushes? Do you share any with me? And for my male Pinchers, you can either be brave and list a dude that you may or may not have (at one time) thought was a good lookin’ chap, or you can just enjoy in the girl love. Do it big.

Love ya like Laurie Ann Gibson loves the art of the boom-kack,

Cheekie

P.S. And, yes, I added Prince in the previous list. Ish still applies.

*The title implies something a bit more than what the post actually is, but it was seriously the first thing that I thought of so for folks that was expecting some sort of detailed girl-on-girl pr0n post: um… sorry?
**And by “showed off the belly button”, I mean “pulled up my shirt and tied it so that it was a belly top but only in the privacy of my bedroom while dancing in the mirror because my grandma was having none of that.”
***My second thought was, “Would she really be into Donald Faison, doe?”

Oh, You Fancy? Huh.

 

Get like Marge.

As a nosy observer, I appreciate the little things.* Those seemingly inconsequential things that seem to be a part of your daily routine, but somehow feel special.

One of those things is the “fancy moment.” You may know of this moment via Drake, T.I. and Swizz Beatz (née Toucan Sam). The example they give specifically, is “nails done, hair done, everything did.” Basically, it’s that moment where you feel pretty. Oh so pretty. Witty and bright, too!

I guess for the fellas, the equivalent would be “swag.” Oh, that word is trite and overused? So is oxygen.

*moonwalks on to the point*

I definitely encounter certain instances where I have a little pep to my step. Allow me to brush these particles off my shoulder while I share a few of…

What Makes Me Feel Pinchably Fancy.

– Pro-Nails Game Proper. Word to Kid Sister. So, yeah, I’m borrowing part of the Drake’s “Fancy” lyrics with this addition, but it’s true. You know this. Especially if you follow me on Twitter and suffer my various nail polish Twitpics all up and through your timeline. I can’t even tell you when this obsession started. Because if you knew me just a couple years prior to today, you’d never know I even tolerated nail polish. I mean, I never wore it. Presently? I probably change it every other day. And I adore bright colors, in particular. I’m not sure why I feel extra fancy when the nails are done because most people hardly notice them, but they make me feel fly.

– I Whip My (So Fresh & So Clean) Hair Bagginfoaf. It’s not so much about my hair being freshly done, but I feel extra special right after a fresh hair wash. Hell, I feel great during the process. There’s nothing like a good nail-to-scalp head massage when I’m shampooing/conditioning. And I just love the way my hair SMELLS afterwards. I’ve been on a hair-gasm kick lately since transitioning to natural and I’ve been paying closer attention to it in general, so this is a newer fancy feeling for me. Seeing those bouncy-bouncy curls slowly grow into fruition makes me just wanna kiss myself. Muah!

– Bag Lady. Ladies. Gentleman. Whatever Lil’ Kim is. I have a confession: I am a handbag addict. Purses, totes, hobos, satchels, clutches, crossbody… all dem ninjas. MINE. You know how some women love shoes? Well, I love bags. Don’t get me wrong, I love shoes as well, but I’m pretty sure I have more bags than shoes. That is my vice. And when I get a new one, I fling it over my shoulder or the hook of my arm and strut like no one’s bidness.

– Summer, Summer, Summertime… Dress. One word: legs. I think my favorite time of the year is when I’m able to first bust out the summer dress and give my legs free. Sure, I wear dresses during cooler months, but they are in the bondage of tights. They cute too, but there’s nothing like a smooth, Neutrogena-Body-Oiled leg to get your sexy on. With the sun shining, a perfectly-fitting summer dress just gives me an overall sunny aura. Summer dresses can turn my life into a musical, having me burst into song talmbout, “HELLO WORLD THERE’S A SONG THAT WE’RE SINGIN’… COME ON GET HAP-PEEEEE! *twirls*” Yes, twirl. Because you gotta twirl in a summer dress.

I better stop there before I get too fancy for ya. Because ya’ll ain’t ready. You know what you are ready for? Sharing! Pinchers, when do you feel your most fancy? What specifically triggers your fancy/swag? Feel yourself.

 

Love ya like Chris Breezy loves how to clean up his “angry issues” image by throwing chairs… (-_-),

Cheekie

 

 

 

*Not ALL little things are worthy of appreciation, let’s make that clear RIGHT NOW.

No One Man Should Have All That Dour

 

Oh, I bet you ain’t emo NOW, Kanye.

Yo, I’m happy for you and I’mma let myself begin writing today’s post, but the following post is the first Kanye blog post OF ALL TIME. *kanyeshrughandsbackmic*

o__________O

So, as you know, Kanye’s new album is set to officially drop soon. November 22nd, in fact. Looks like the bootleg man has a few more days to say, “I got that young Kanye before it eeem come owt!” on the hood corner where ninjas don’t have Torrent, Limewire, or MediaFire.

Recently, Yeezy has been doing the rounds and promoting his musical spawn, much like any other artist would. However, Kanye Titter is a bit more vocal than most artists. Apparently, Matt Lauer pissed him off during The Today Show interview sparking a series of enraged/emo ALL CAPS tweets. If you’re not already (you are), follow him, by the way. Beaucoup entertainment.

Obviously, this ain’t the first time Mr. West has sounded off (more like screamed off) against folks/things that piss him off. But recently, I’ve really been hoping that he pulls a Terry McMillian and considers getting to happy.

So, I asked myself (while gazing into the mirror because I like to look folks in the eye when I’m inquiring shit), “Self, what WOULD make Kanye smile? What would actually be his beautiful dark twisted fantasy?” I thought of about four things…

1. Hugs, Hugs, Hugs…and oh yeah, HUGS. Quite a few real people and ePeople have said that Kanye needs a hug. I’ll raise you one and say he not only needs a hug, but someone needs to throw a Hug Benefit. Sponsored by The Illuminati. I mean, Jay-Z and Roc Nation. That was a typo, ya’ll. *looks over shoulder* Don’t be too hasty in shrugging off this idea, though. Picture it. A lavish affair with wall-to-wall celebs and a “suggested donation” ticket price of $3500! With attractions such as:

– Kanye Hug Booth (you can’t really hug him, doe, just a wax figure of him…but he’ll feel it! he’ll appreciate it!)
– Kanye Swag Bag, endearingly called “The Kwag Bag.” Features every one of his albums, a compass shaped like his head with the directions,  “North, South, East, and Kanye West.”, a bonus track that NO ONE else’s bag has, among other goodies.
– A Live Kanye Performance, performed entirely on Jay-Z’s shoulders.
– George Bush walking around shaking hands and caring about Black people.

2. It’s Complicated With Autotune. Kanye loves him some autotune. It allows him to sing without making dogs Leiomy-drop into a pained faint. And, I can’t lie, he does use it nicely. Dem was some catchy songs on 808s. But, whenever autotune and Kanye mate, there is some downtrodden ish going on. Basically,

Kanye Autotune : Emo :: Wacka Flacka Flame : WTF

I hereby suggest that instead of autotune, Kanye substitutes that effect with something more upbeat like… Chipmunk voice. Everyone knows the chipmunk voices make every song better and puts folks (and by “folks”, I mean “me”) in a giggly mood. Seriously, ya’ll, go to YouTube and type “Chipmunk [insert whatever song you fancy here]” and consider your life MADE. *sing-songs in autotune* Give up that autotune in the name of happiness, Kanyeezy! Use that Chipmunk effect! It’ll match your cheeks!

3. In The Name Of Fashion. He sometimes carries a murse. Point made.

Ok, all jokes aside, I never see Kanye as excited and orgasmic as he is at a fashion show (HIS TWEETS). Other than probably looking in a mirror or being in the studio, Kanye doesn’t enjoy much else than fashion. And ya must admit, he does have a certain sense of style. It may not be everyone’s style, but it’s a legit style, nonetheless. You can tell he actually takes calculated effort in putting articles of clothing together in order to look debonair… or at least his version of it. What if he had his own private fashion show? At his crib. Like, every Friday? It could be called G.O.O.D. Fashion Friday or something crazy like that. Featuring his own clothing line? His head would explode with joy. I’m sure he would have a fashion-gasm. Or at least not be in a perpetual state of the facial expression he made throughout the entire duration of his short film, Runaway. Question is, would he let Amber Rose walk his catwalk?

4. Celllll-le-brate Kan-ye, Come On! I saved the best for last. I bet $400 Monopoly dollars, a plaster of paris mold of Drake’s knee, and a partridge in a pear tree that Kanye would love this idea the best. A national Kanye holiday! Kanyepalooza, bishes!

This holiday will feature everything within your dark fantasy. The entire country will be decorated with gorgeous frills and all sorts of pomp and circumstance. Neighborhoods will probably lose their electrical power due to all of the lights adorning the sky. There will be a a 24-hour parade featuring elaborate costumes, ninjas walking in stilts, and the grand finale featuring a man dressed as a monster so grotesque, you’d most definitely be so appalled by it. Of course, there will be lots of couture and imaginable fashion, perhaps a devil in a new dress? All of the commotion would make you want to runaway to a secluded place to take a breather, but naw nicca, this is Kanye Day. This day will be so eventful, you’ll tell your grandkids that you’ve had a hell of a life, just based off this one day. If you don’t enjoy this day, don’t play the blame game and put it on the chaos going on around you because if you happen to get lost in the world of Kanye, that’s your fault. Makes you wonder just who will survive in America when someone can’t enjoy a day that Kanye orchestrates. Kanye. A dude that wears a v-neck blouse MUST be tons of fun, right? Shit would be bananas. He’d be the Willy Wonka of my beautiful dark twisted fantasy, I’m guessing.*kanyeshrug*

So, that’s just a few things I think would bring a smile to those adorrabo chipmunk cheeks. Things that would make me want to pinch ‘em even more. Pinchers, the Kanye Karpet is yours. What do you think would make Kanye smile (at best) or just less emo (at worst)?

 

Love ya like Barbara Streisand loves to remember the corners of her mind,

Cheekie

 

Yeezy taught me.

Friday Foolery: If There’s A Camel Up A Hill

Way back when (yes, the end of August is “way back when”, this here the future where time moves faster than the road runner on speed), I featured the Indian version of “Thriller” for Friday Foolery. There, I expressed my love for “made-up subtitles” in the comments section.

You know who shares that love? My e-twin, Beez…naturally. I just said August was “way back when.” Well, Beezy F. Baby did a post eons ago featuring one of the funniest videos I’ve ever seen. Ever. In the history of the iris. From the moment I saw it, I knew I’d use it for evil one day. “One day” has arrived, Trick.

Commentary, without Charles Barkley:

0:16 - “Inajinasin?” How much ya’ll wanna bet some hoodrat saw this video and got inspired in regards to a name for her 56th kid?

0:25 – OK, this right here is where it gets good. Not just because it’s a Jay-Z camel up a hill. But, because of the quick Microsoft-esque Clip Art. Blink and you’ll miss it. It’s on some sublimnal speed. Illuminati! SeewhatIdidthere? How I incorporated Jay and…oh, I’mma just hush now. I’ve probably already said too much. *flees Illuminati’s death glare*

0:28 – Not Gong Li! Genius. Memoirs of a Genius.

0:34 – Wayment. So CAMELS are the cause of asbestos? Illuminati invented asbestos? Oh, right, I said I was gonna stop…

0:41 - Ok, so his makeshift shotgun may have been a bit flimsy, but he ain’t playin’! Let him see you run your mother and breaking bottles. There WILL be blood. Watch.

0:45 – Oh, lawd…the Bee Gees. I know they want you to stay alive, but that just kilt me.

1:03 – Ok, this? This…is when I LOST it. It will never be found. “Rape me in my thighs”, doe? Look, I watched this for the first time at work and I had to go to the bathroom so I could cackle in private. I am a visual person so I automatically pictured this hot mess. I need brain bleach, now. Do they sell that at Sam’s Club*? Because I’mma need some of that if I keep hanging around you folks who love to send me such foolery.

1:10 – The cock clip art was très classy. You know this.

1:13 – Lawd. What is “water dessert?” I must know. Those who know me know I love water. And dessert as well. Preferably ice cream. Interestingly enough, ice cream makes you thirsty. Nothing quenches my thirst like water. Boom.

1:23 – Hmm. I wonder what a “tropical priest” is.

1:44 – Hol’ up. He said “I will hunt you damn” all this time? I’m too lazy to rewind. He said that the first time as well? Loves it.

2:02 – Ya’ll saw ol’ girl had to catch his breath? He may be fabulous, but he human. Let him breathe.

2:07 – “Just a little taze.” That’s probably what those cops said when they tased ol’ dude who told them NOT to tase him, bro.

2:27 – Oh, gawd, he will give you plankton! Spongebob, bishes. Remember that “Boy Meets World” episode when Corey was all hypothetical and posited that if he and Topanga had chirruns, their names would be “Chewbacca and Plankton?” You didn’t watch that show? Log off.

2:28 – Aw, snaps! He went up to that Mariah-octave. Except he like 17 floors below it, but still. ‘A’ for effort.

2:32 – “Lesson me around.” I wish I was in school so I could say that to a hot teacher. My Pinchers who are currently students, please do this as I live vicariously through you. Oh, all yo teachers look like Jabba the Hut on a good day? Nevermind then.

2:45 – Ok, this part wins the internet. He said “just a little Tay” and they showed my boo, Tay Zonday. Mayne, I used to bob the hell outta my head to “Chocolate Rain.” I haven’t listened to it in ages. In fact…

*please enjoy this short intermission while Cheekie gets her chocolate rain on*

K, back.

3:05 - I love how precise they are with the subtitles. Every part counts. That’s some dedication for your ass.

3:08 through 3:22 – Um. Those sounds he made, though.

(And the last few seconds are of him pondering how he got to this point in his life)

Aiight, folks, that about wraps it up. Have a fantastic Friday and make sure that your weekend includes breaking bottles if there’s a camel up a hill. Because that camel don’t belong there, dammit! Hov.

Love ya like married folk love their womb more than you single folk,

Cheekie

*Yeah, I know all the cool kids go to Costco, but dude. Those things are like 30 trillion miles away from me in no homie’s land somewhere. I have n’an vehicle.

A Diva-Licious Night: 7 Things I Loved About The Rae Lewis-Thornton Event

When Rae speaks, you best listen. Fact.

This past Thursday (July 15th), was Rae Lewis-Thornton’s* social media event, An Evening With Rae: A Meet, Greet & Tweet Up, located at Encore Lounge (Hotel Allegro). It was her first event in all of her years as a HIV/AIDS-awareness public speaker, and the first meet up/tweet up focusing on HIV-awareness period. History, two-fold!

I remember when Rae spoke at my high school when I was a freshman, and the absolute command she had on everyone’s attention. And, chile, it is no easy feat to capture the attention of teenagers. I never forgot that. Or her. She was always in the back of my mind.

Cut to several years later, I’m browsing The Red Pump Project‘s website and I see Rae’s website linked. I’m thinking to myself, “Where have I see this lady?! I just know I know her from somewhere, but can’t quite put my finger on it.” But then, I see that she mentioned speaking at schools and I was like, “Eureka!**” So, I dug into her archives and read every post, wishing that I’d get to truly meet her (and cursing myself for not being able to attend The Red Pump Project event held in her honor).

Cut to now and I see she’s having this event. Um, calendar cleared! I mean, that day was already clear, but there was no question. Plus, I figured I’d get to meet a few e-folks.

Bottom line, I had a blast. Here are seven reasons why:

1. The Photographer. Um, Errol Dunlap? Is pretty fabulous. Here’s the pics he took from the night***. Even the little interaction I had with him was pretty cool. I got there a bit early and there were only a few people there so I took a pic with @Stylish_Living, and he told us to hold up our drinks in the sweetest, most amicable way. I loved how he took pics without being annoying or intrusive about it. It kinda felt like a buddy taking candid pics. He knew exactly when to take them and how. Cool peoples. Look him up if you need photography work.

2. The Swag Bags. I saw Rae’s live-tweets when she’d frequent one of her favorite stores. She’d mention her event, and they’d just up and shower her with gifts. And by these tweets alone, I knew the swag bags (and raffles, to be mentioned next) would be fabulous. Never would I have imagined they’d be as incredible as they were. I didn’t truly look through my bag until I got home, and man…listen. Ya’ll should’ve seen the cheesing grin on my face. I wish I could take twitpics of it all, but I’m writing this on a Sunday night and I’m lazy right about now. Maybe in the future? Anyhow, the swag bags were that business.

3. The Raffles. When I walked into Encore, what first caught my eye was the table filled with goodies. And I don’t mean the kind Ciara provides, I mean things like handbags (*swoon*), books, complimentary tickets, and other greatness. I’m serious, that table was completely full of stuff. And when the host later announced that it was 80-something things to raffle off, I was like, “Dayummm!” Not only were the raffle prizes themselves great, some of the reactions of the winners probably made my night. One lady screamed so loud, I thought our martini glasses would break. Another lady did a holy ghost dance and almost took off her wig. Foolery heaven. And, yes, that’s right, I won something! Since Rae is a tea connoisseur, one of the prizes she raffled was something close to her heart: a tea strainer. Oh, I’m fancy, huh? I was just up cutting me some cake when the host called my number. I went over there “Woooooo”-ing and I even did a little shimmy. Ok, a lot of shimmy. I might as well not lie. Folks were there. Anywho. The host had to check me and was all, “Um, don’t get too excited, lemme check the number first.” Man, I love ya, but I was excited! Shoooot. Plus, I can read, damn! Thank Levar Burton, for that. And. What.

4. The Ladies at my Table. First off, I got to meet @SimplisElegance, who is super sweet. She looked fly, ya’ll!! And to Delores and Therese, I gotta send an e-wave to ya’ll! You were both very friendly and entertaining and I’m glad I met ya’ll!

5. The Shrek-tini. You read that right. See, since Shrek, The Musical is playing at the Cadillac Palace Theatre, right next door to Encore, the lounge decided to have Shrek-themed drinks. There were several others (such as a Princess Fiona drink, a Donkey drink, etc), but I kinda ended up with mine as a fluke. Anyhow, it was a nice sweet drink made with Absolut. Very cute. Very green. It even had a little gummy worm in it. *chuckle*

6. The E-Personality Meeting. I am so giddy writing about this right nah, but I met a blogger-trifecta! Three blogs I’m a fan of? The three ladies who write them? I got to meet. Afrobella (@afrobella), Kindred Smile (@kindredsmile) and, Luvvie (@luvvieig). Luvvie, in particular, I’ve been meaning to meet her for like 2 years and failed even though we live in the same city. Yeah, that’s a super fail. I can’t e’en begin to tell ya’ll. But anyhow, the meeting has been done. You mad? Anyhow, all three are super cool chicks. I also got to meet @RenishaRenewed, who is fabulously cool. Still mad?

7. The R to the L to the T. Miss Diva, herself: Rae Lewis-Thornton. Lawd, I can’t even find the right word to describe the diva-liciousness she embodied. A thesaurus, though helpful at times, wouldn’t be able to fulfill the deed. Because that lady? Is classiness personified. If you can live through AIDS — a quite unglamorous disease, to say the least — and still rock a Chanel purse, pearls, sleek black dress, and a “yeah, I’m the ish” attitude altogether? You Michael Jackson bad. Period. Point and blank. I couldn’t take it all, she was so fabulous. And super sweet. She mingled with everyone at every table, standing at every nook. Everyone. She worked the room like a pro. She made everyone feel at home. Like family. So much so that I couldn’t just shake her hand upon seeing her (even with the limited interaction I had with her prior on Twitter, and in high school, I didn’t get to speak with her up close…so much chaos that day), I had to hug her. That’s the kind of warmth she exudes. My kinda person.

Overall, I had a great time. Met great folks (I linked these above, but really, check out the twitpics), had great drinks, ate great food, munched on great cake, and got to witness the greatness of a Rae Lewis-Thornton speech. I’m smiling at this very moment just writing about it. I’m looking real pinchable about the face right now.

Don’t.

Love ya like Huggies loves putting babies in denim hot pants,

Cheekie

P.S. This past weekend must have been my official e-folks meetup weekend because I also got to meet @BeezHunny, my e-twin (for serious, if you look at our interactions on Twitter you’d see “OMG, me too!!!” or some variation, like 50-lem times). She threw a surprise brunch/tweetup for her BFF, Smithers (who is effing AWESOME, by the way). @RenishaRenewed attended too (heyyy, girl!) and fun foolishness was had by all.

*If you don’t know much about her, click that link and learn you something.

** I don’t e’en talk like that.

*** Psst, I’m in the first one. Gray dress.