The Stork is visiting… …my best friend Joy!! Gotcha. Heh. Joy and her hubby have waited a few years so they could get her family business up and running. Now that the new factory opens, and everything is running smoothly, like clockwork, the Stork makes a delivery! I hopped onto IM. Joy grabbed the other one of our gang, Lily, who is now renting the couch from Joy’s other best friend, and a newly wed, Naam, who also joined in the chat, in New York City. We had a good hour of girl chat about Joy’s pregnancy and Naam’s and...
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My friend Celeste has been trying to get me to attend this workshop a couple of times now. As much as I would love to attend, I have to turn her down. Not until my trip home would I be able to splurge again. But if you’re a man/woman of color and interested in telling YOUR story, here’s the info on the workshop. MY OWN STORY a 10-week Autobiographical Storytelling/Writing/Performing workshop for MEN & WOMEN OF COLOR *Tired of being silenced, exoticized, and misunderstood? *Tired of the lack of representation of stories and experiences of People of Color in mainstream...
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2 Saturday night miracles. First. USC edged out Stanford 31-28 in a heart attack of a game. Phew! Second. Gotham Killer Ribs turned out to be a major hit. I’d give it a 4 out of 5 for my first time out with the ribs. The Bone Suckin’ Sauce is truly stuff made in heaven, and what makes the whole experience worthwhile. A couple of things I’d do different with the ribs next time, and I’d probably get a 5 out of 5. First, I’d use a more flavorful beer in brining instead of whatever people left in my fridge...
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OAKLEY – THUMP /me re-labels the piggy bank from “Game Cube” to “Thump”....
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Coming to dinner and Star Wars viewing: Lauren, Shane, Pops (his dad), and Serena (Shane’s daughter). So I decided that I would do my part in spreading the gospel of the Gotham Girl’s Ribs –which I now dubb Gotham Killer Ribs–a recipe that Chris the Frenchy posted on his blog a while ago. He couldn’t stop raving about them ribs so I had to see for myself. 2 racks of pork ribs were brined in mixture of Dos Equis over night. Brandon said the smell of the beer getting cooked is like BO…perhaps I should’ve used New Castle. Then the...
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Brandon rented Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights for me so I could decompress with a chick flick. That was one of the worst movies I’ve seen this year. Acting was wooden. Story weak. Plot holes and left behind storyline galore. Diego Luna looks like he was 12, and Patrick Swayze looks like 2000 year old mummy. Damn, easy on the nipping and tucking there, boy-o! But the dancing was great. The music would’ve been better without the any hip-hop fusions, but granted the Latin beat moved my feet nonetheless. Despite all of that, not enough redeeming quality for me to buy...
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