Sunday, October 29, 2006

 

WCBH betta late than never, right?

Ok, so I know it's been like a MONTH since the whole thing went down, but yall know this new job got me stressin!!

So it all went down like this...
Sarah aka PEACE and Jaimie agreed to meet up over at Jaimie's house - since they live relatively close to one another. I convinced XL to let me roll the Yukon because I offered to drive to save on valet costs. Dammit if everywhere in Hollywood has whack parking and valet only!!

So the game plan was to hit up a spot called Bossa Nova on Sunset. It's a Brazilian restaurant with late-night hours and the BOMB food! (Good lookin out Sarah on the recommendation!!) Our gathering was gonna be smaller than usual because
Ms. Glam was curled up in bed after wrapping up her last gig, my girl P wasn't feeling good, and Shan was getting her son settled into school up north that same weekend.

At the last minute my girl Bonnie (from the blind date story) and another
honorary WCBH member back out. Ok, well Bonnie flat out didn't call a sista back and my new friend Mia (yall GOTTA check her blog out - it's HOT SHIT) backed out because she knows I throw pics up of every event and she wasn't ready to be revealed to the world just yet...and wouldn't dumb luck have it that I forgot my damn camera because I was rushin out of the house?? (sorry girl...you really COULD HAVE COME).

So anyway I scoop up Jaimie and Sarah and we head to Bossa Nova. Can I say that even though there was a nice sized crowd outside, they seated us within 10 minutes - maybe even less than that. I was trying to call
Isha, but one number I had belonged to someone else now, and the other had a recording (that I should've FINISHED LISTENING TO) that said her phone was not functioning properly. So I'm like FUCK IT, let's grab out table and get to grubbin!!

Right after we ordered our drinks, Maisha steps in lookin all glammed up! She sat and we got the party started...we ordered appetizers, sipped sangria and got to know each other when my phone rings...Well I'll be damned!! It's the
SupaSister herself!! And right behind her was Ruff Ryder #2 aka The Girl And lemme tell you, she's a mini SupaSister in the making!!



So far I seem to be the common denominator for our group meetings - especially this one. Jaimie was completely new to the group and everyone else had yet to meet each other. Jamal passed around her new book which I gladly copped a signed copy of! Isha told us about her new promotion (Go head girl!! President of the company? Shit...must be nice!) We talked about my new gig and how much I miss the freedom of doin my own shit because now I have no free time.

We dined, giggled and soon Jamal had to make her exit...and Isha followed shortly after we settled the bill. Sarah, Jaimie and I weren't quite ready to call it a night, so we took a drive to West Hollywood. Now...lemme tell you that WeHo (as it's known by to the locals) is infamous for their gay and lesbian community. We rolled up on a spot called iCandy - a little lounge type of spot. Sarah hopped out the of the truck to see if they'd even let us in - it was a MOSTLY MALE gay spot.

What luck! No cover charge!

So I park, hand the valet the keys and we stroll up to the door. The handsome security guard asked us if we were SURE that we had the right spot while he checks our I.D. and Sarah chimes in, "YEP!" He smiles and waves us in...The place was dimly lit but it had an awesome atmosphere. A small patio was off to the right that was partly an indoor/outdoor kinda thing, straight ahead was a long lit bar. A large plasma tv was mounted to the wall showing some weird ass movie that wasa cross between porn and a lame 80's B-rated movie. Dark hardwood floors with the COOLEST BOOTHES I'VE EVER SEEN up against the back wall. There were two round tables and the boothes looked like a "3". There were plush carpeted steps (think long black shag carpet) leading you to the booth, where you'd find THE MOST BUTTERY red leather seating and your legs dangle down into the floor. THAT SHIT WAS TIGHT!!

The DJ was spinnin the cuts - shit from the 80's and 90's (damn I'm getting old) and I giggled to think how much fun we woulda been having if some of the gorgeous patrons were flirting with us - BUT THAT CLEARLY WASN'T GONNA BE HAPPENING!! I have never seen so many good looking men all in once place...all different colors and sizes. And no matter how you feel about gay people, those dudes really know how to party!

Although I will admit, I think I saw enough ass rubbing to last a lifetime!! It was indeed an interesting night!!

Everyone started yawning and we decided to call it a night. I dropped Sarah and Jaimie off at Jaimie's house and had my ass in bed by 1:30. I had a FANTASTIC TIME!! I'm thinkin our next gathering should be at
Geisha House!! I've been dyin to get back there!


THANK YOU JAMAL FOR COMING OUT - I know you had someplace else to be at the exact same time WAAAAAAAAAY across town.

DAMMIT MIA - MY BAD!! I should've called you and asked you to roll thru ANYWAY!

Hey yall...NEXT TIME, right? So yo...Geisha House anyone??

# posted by That Girl Tam @ 4:14 PM
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