It took me longer to pick out my purse than to pick out what to wear. The weather is so funky I’m confused is it still fall? I have to look at the calendar a lot more than I would like to. I decided to go with a cognac colored Francesco Biasia bag. I’m sure you want to hear more about the party though so we’ll get back to purses in a second.
So like I was saying, stepped out with old faithful otherwise known as Tab. Out of the 7-8 ladies that I invited out that night she was the only one that came through. This was going to be a good girl’s night out.
Yes I am petty. And the first atrocity I noticed was some guy in a velvet patterned blazer. I wish I had the “What Not to Wear” Blog in pamphlet form. He made me hot just looking at him, I started fanning. He did the classic bamma stop talking when ladies walk by type thing and we ignored him because that blazer was just too Hugh Hefner-ish for a Friday night party. Ugh. Anyway I ran into some familiar bouncers or “evening entertainment security specialists”. They were all dressed very nicely. This is important in the security/bouncer world. If you see one dressed like he is going to the gym more than likely you could get tossed on your head that night. Anyway, I could tell by the sounds coming from upstairs that this was going to be a good night!
I like the way that Mayorga is set up. It’s truly a coffee lounge but it can easily be converted into a nice party venue. I love downstairs it’s nice and bright and spacious. I think if you are getting a phone number upstairs where its darker you should ask them to come downstairs so that you won’t end up taking home a swamp turkey. Okay Pause. Why in 2008 are grown women wearing Baby Phat purses? No I want to know and I want someone to answer me. What would make you walk through the purse section and go for the one with a huge gold cat on it, 1000 rhinestones and hardware that looks like chunky bracelets? When I saw this I almost forgot where I was. I wish I had some of my Purse Crew on standby to just hog tie this heffa and beat her with that purse.
Back to the party. It was PACKED upstairs, but not to the point that you couldn’t have a good time. I saw Mitch right away and my night could have very well ended there and I would have been satisfied. The bar takes up a great deal of space on the upstairs level but you are still not uncomfortable. Tab and I split up at the bar (we got this down to a science) so that whoever gets the bartender’s attention first orders the drinks. She stuck to the Henny, I slept with Ciroc. Now let the fun begin!
We saw a lot of familiar faces in there, and there were a few celebrations. A friend of ours graduated from Law School and she was there toasting it up (with a VERY nice orange clutch, nice handle, shiny leather, cute!). We made our way to, okay rephrase, we infiltrated the VIP section. I mean we kept it all the way hood that night, I even asked dude for re-ups on his Ciroc. I tried to get over to Ra but anytime you get near him 35 chicks come out of nowhere like ninjas. I did get to Scotty, and made him spill his drink (inside event *wink*).
Let me give you an idea of how the party went from there. Do you remember being a freshman in college, where all the parties are geared toward freshmen? You dance and dance and dance until you can’t feel your thighs? Let’s just say I needed Ben Gay when I got up on Saturday. Like ThatMakeupGirl would say “That was a mutha fucking party”. As I got older I’ve been too cute to dance and I damn sure ain't putting my purse down. But my purse sat on the couch that night. I two-stepped, made it rain, shot some invisible jumpers, wiped myself down, and walked it out from 12 am to 3 am. I even let guys dance with me and I never do that *flips hair*. Tab had just about convinced the DJ to let her spin and had already made several requests…ha!
I was so sad when the lights came on. I looked at my watch and looked around like I had been robbed. Tab and I just looked at each other and without words said, “…now that was fun”.
Here are some points that you should take away from this blog entry:
1. Women carrying purses that have cats, bracelets, rhinestones, mistletoe and disco balls hanging from them should be gathered and beat senselessly.
2. Take brass knuckles with you if you want to get near Ra Ra.
3.If you are good, a VIP section can be quietly infiltrated.
4.Every woman must own a nice clutch. (Nordys has a great MJ clutch on sale!)
5.Tab can out drink 75% of all men in DC.
6.Mitch looks great in a suit.
7. Anyone can be from New York when Ja Rule is playing. "I gotta a hunnid guns a hunnid clips.... I'm from NEW YOOORKK NEW YOORRRKK "
8. There are a lotto guys with Jack Tripper meets Magnum PI shirts.
9. If you have velvet print blazer, burn it instantaneously. Evening Entertainment Security Specialists in suits are less likely to throw you against the wall like a rag doll.
I’ll be back again. Probably this coming Friday night. I haven’t partied in DC on a Friday night consistently in quite some time, especially since I’m not a fan of “The other club”. I’m afraid to say the name on the grounds that I may end up sleeping with the fishes. Until then, you know where I’ll be on Friday nights, come have a drink with me…fellas leave your velveteen blazers and home…ladies keep your purse game tight!
Check out the Sex in the City party there this Friday...all I saw was FREE COSMOS!!!

BL29 ....partying like a rock star!





















