On August 2nd, my love and I drove up to Tahoe to get Michael Jordan ready for our big sista's wedding. My love was the officiant and I was a bridesmaid yet our roles included being aesthetically on point for the bridal party along with keeping shit in harmony, marrying the lovebirds, and supporting anything the soon to be newly weds needed. I wore Jlo hair like the 2013 Golden Globes (google that bitches) while my love was dipped in CK and was ready to bring his Presidential orating game on. Our bridesmaid shoes were sole killas and made all the girls wanna bring bohemian swag back. I did several faces of the bridal party and made sure the bride stayed fly at all times...NO EXCUSES. And even after the champagne stopped bubbling and the sunset and sun rose East behind the mountains of Lake Tahoe, we were the last people to hang around the newlyweds to see them drive away together in honeymoon spirit. Even the Hot August Night cars had departed from that same weekend. Yet, we were just honored to be a part of the message that love will bring people together and nobody can't fuck with it.
As the "Love takes Time" couple drove away in their stuntin' ruby Jeep, my love and I went to dinner before leaving for SF, which was the perfect way to remember the Tahoe's wedding. While we were waiting in line at the Harrah's buffet, we started talking to an older couple who we learned just got married earlier that day and were celebrating their new lives as one. Their story is simple: husband from Palm Springs was a widower and found a lady on an online dating site from Pennsylvania and clicked with her over multiple communicative means. After 15 months of dating, he said "baby, I got a house in P.S. and you ain't gotta work no more, just come live with me". Soon after they got hitched and we were listening to their happiness after all. From that short moment, my love and I both realized that Love is special, unique, attainable, worth sacrifice, rare, and completes people. It made us more happy for our newly wedded sista and made us thankful and blessed that we are truly in love too. Keep Tahoe a Blue Cupid.
After such a beautiful feeling from experiencing the unification of love, I felt good about achieving another year. I'm shoe-fresh ta def, happy with the solid gals and homies in my life, and realized that my family are just the best. So since I already have it all, anything extra was just awesome.
On my actual government bday, I was pretty basic...I ate brunch, went to the gym, and beat my face up with makeup for an evening at Raven Bar which had 90's nite, my favorite era in music. The 90's had Aaliyah, Tupac, Gangsta Ice Cube, 702, and Mo Money, Mo Problems. So dancing against a large screen projector of "Hypnotized" with Versace Versace Versace Versace and yachts was just reminiscently DOPE.
The next day was perfect too which was my bday celebration with all my gals and homeboys. Still kept it Trill...hotpot and all you can drink beer & sake bombs and a Sunset bar to turn up the rest of the nite. All the people who said they would come thru did and thats the best to ever receive on yo bday, down as folks. Also, gettin boss Chanel presents aren't bad either. The most memorable nite was from 2 of my bestest friends; my girl from 14 years old and my homie from 16 years old. They proved to me how down they were and some. Upon arriving to the bar, my girl informed me that if her baby daddy shows up to the bar as he usually frequents it, she's gonna bounce in which I was mos def cool with. And as that markassfool strolled in, all my girls and myself used our bodies for a makeshift curtain and hurried her ass outta there so she could slide away. However, she came back 5 minutes later and told me that I'm her BFF and she should be able to party with me, regardless if her BD is bitchassness...So she stayed and I love her for that. And even though she had to deal with his deliberate attention seeking, proving that he a boss? and sloppily tryna gain props from other bar patrons, she stayed till it was last call. I'm lucky to have her as my BFF.
As for my homeboy, I love that fool for life. He's the brother that I always wanted and in addition, my husband and him just vibe. He's our family and always will be my homie forever. As my husband called him when we arrived to the bar, he said sorry that he forgot that it was the nite of my bday and that he'll hang out with me next time. Like Weezy, I ain't go no worries and kept sippin. However in 20 minutes, that fool strolled in all fitted in similar fashionable pieces like me; I was wearing a faux leather overall hi-low dress and a quilted black jacket with Toro J4s...my dawg was wearing a leather snapback and a quilted leather jacket along with the red & black lumberjack ta match. Shit like that makes me feel that I am around people that feel one another on the same wave length. Just awesome. And especially since he had work the next morning, it means a lot that he came through. Turn Up.
My other homies came through and made the nite crunk and special too as they always are themselves and always have a good positive time. And always my top hoes are always down and alway there...IRREPLACEABLE.
Although the nite became a game of sippin water on the under and dodging half shots from my boy, it was just one of the best birthdays I had in my life. And what makes it the best is that everyone that celebrated with me that nite has ALWAYS been in my life during my grimy, broke, ratchet days till now. From '94 till infinity.
My birthday celebration was off the hook and I'm grateful in which my Portlandia trip will be written in a few. For now, I'm still smiling from partying like its my birthday.
