I’m sure most of you have read about Tab aka T-Diddy. So can you imagine how things would pan out when it’s actually HER BIRTHDAY? Yes we did the “thang” this weekend. It went something like this:
The Pre-Game Warm-up:We started off in my house with a bottle of the ROCK (if you don’t know, it’s the Henny!) and a bottle of Milagro. No we did not drink all of both bottles, and I promised to drive that night. But I watched with glee as my friends became more and more glassy eyed. It’s always a good idea to get dressed and put on makeup before you begin partaking in libations, I learned that lesson the hard way but that is another story.
The Golden Girls Arrive at Mayorga:
We chose
Mayorga (www.mayorgafridays.com) as the party spot because we can never be let down. I felt myself challenged trying to get 3 tipsy yet beautiful ladies down the long hill from the parking deck and down the street to the club. I felt like a teacher trying to get students in line for lunch. They were taking pictures, stopping and talking to each other and I was ready to start the party!
After they introduced themselves individually and held mini conversations with every member of Dream Team, we made it in. Just about all of the folks who RSVP’d for the night were there I guess you can’t beat free before 11! In the midst of all the chaos I forgot the flowers were in my trunk. Cue the Drop Top BMW
Ra and the Drop:
Rashad loves me, we go back to Pre-IDC Republic Gardens and Fish Frys in my old Cypress Creek Apartment back in 2001! I know he didn’t want me walking all the way up that hill to the parking lot to and from alone to get some flowers. So we took a spin in this
it was a 2008 BWI 650i Drop Top Coupe. I tried to act like I sit in 100,000 dollar cars all the time, so I kept my shock to a minimum and flipped my hair. Don’t worry I didn’t touch a thing! I mean my night could have very well ended there…a good looking man in a bad ass foreign car eat your heart out ninjas!
*watching over my back*
Heavy Flirtation:
Hello my name is BagLady and I am a relentless Flirt. I wasn’t alone that night. There was a lot of hands touching hips and butts and thighs and biceps that night. I have a business card in my purse from some guy that is a physical trainer. I have some great photos of MsNikki and TM getting down with the fellas and if you pay me I will let them go You have to watch out with flirtation though, because everyone doesn’t see it as innocent you dig? You might have some guys emailing you the next day talking about “you told me you loved me” or something. You may have promised to cook Sunday dinner for some guy just because he smelled good and you had one too many shots! I will say that I have never flirted with an ugly guy so I do have some sense about me.
T-Diddy Greets the Masses:
I have never seen someone so happy in all my days. T-Diddy smiled the entire night. She greeted every person that came to party with her as if she hadn’t seen them in 10 years. If you have never been hugged by her you got one that night, she almost took my title as reigning HugStress. I had to pull her away from the security guy down stairs as she was telling him how our friendship developed, that’s called drunken admiration. Haha. I don’t know if my Island Twin has marks left around her neck or not. Her coworkers, college friends and line sisters all came to shout her out that night and it would have made me smile all night as well. There’s nothing like celebrating your birthday with those that have been there and mean something.
The Bar Tab:“We were popping Champagne like we won a championship game”. Yeah but unfortunately I ain't got it like that and I put myself in a spot where I have to wait a little longer to get that new purse! And I can’t even blame that on T-Diddy because apparently I was buying lost of drinks that night. It’s like when Rev Run told his daughter Angela that she spends money like she is him. It’s all good though and I didn’t buy drinks for strangers. Someone warned one of the girls that I bought a drink or two for not to drink with me before she came to the club. That in itself made me want to buy her the biggest bottle there. How dare there be a Surgeon’s General Warning on me!
Lights out, Parties over:
I stayed to the let out to make sure I was good enough to not kill my friends on the way home. T-Diddy was already gone and in good hands. My feet were killing me from the too cute to party shoes I had on. The music stopped and the lights came on to reveal the night of the living dead. That hill seemed higher and longer. There was no drop top BMW waiting for me this time. I began to get several texts from the partygoers letting me know they were home safely and that they had a blast. As I got myself ready for bed I thought about how late it was and how early I had to get up for the pool party the next day.
The Pool Party:Trying to get yourself together to cook and prepare for a pool party after a night of dancing and drinking is the worst. We pulled it off but with lots of help. Drinking does something to your brain that causes you to forget a lot of little things like butter, extra barbecues sauce and oh let’s see A GRILL. We did it, it turned out great and there is enough food left to do it all over again. If it wasn’t for T-Diddy’s sister and boyfriend, as well as Ally, MsNikki and Shawn I would have been a lost soul! And it was hot. Like Swamp Heat! The only thing you could really do is swim or sit by the pool very still.
The After Party:The weekend was over, but it was still rather early and plenty of food and spirits left. The girls decided to make a night of it and have some fun playing games. T-Diddy had gone on a romantic excursion. The stragglers and I ate and finished off every bottle of liquor in my stash. We started out playing Scene It. We ended up playing a drinking game in which anyone who laughed first at In Living Color had to drink. I was the first one to lose and not on purpose. But that damn Damon Wayans is a fool. We also had buzz words; if you say the word you have to drink. The words were DALLAS and WOW. A lot of folks started losing. In Living Color got so funny that we ended the game before we all ended up with kidney failure.
All in all everyone had a great time this weekend and more importantly T-Diddy. I’m tired though. “Dog Tired” like dude on Green Mile. I’m also tired of eating so somebody come get this food!
We love you T-Diddy!
BagLady the Party Planner :)
P.S. I didn’t get to Cupid Shuffle at all this weekend! *arms folded*
and a Marc Jacobs Hudson 
I just can't do it. I start feeling faint and sweating and my hands start shaking. I need someone to guide me or I'm at a lost. I can make plenty decisions for other people but when it comes to me it's almost as bad as a phobia! 
. But it will be fun! Almost as fun as riding on the roller coaster in NY NY hotel in Vegas after about 3 strawberry margaritas. The list did say alchoholism was a vice right? I'm telling you, you have not lived until you are on a roller coaster tipsy! 
