Don’t Burn The Day

Friday 2/22 – Morning after late night snowstorm. I was sooooo grateful that my 11AM cancelled, because I was a grumpy camper in the AM. I got to go back to napping and hit the doc’s office in the afternoon for all of that travel abroad pills and prescriptions ‘ish. Then downtown I went, to spend a couple hours with my accountant to figure out my ‘07 monies.

I later headed into Ft. Greene (Brooklyn!) to Chez Lola (two thumbs up!.. nice call Brook!) for a fabulous dinner and drinks session with some of my most favorite, genuine peoples (Ant, Kyra, Brook, Rashaunah & Marcus). THE PEAR MARTINI was where it was at, FOR REAL!! As R said… “I’m Thirsty!” Smooooth tasty pear + brown sugar/cinnamon combo along the rim and splashes… MMMM!! I had the spicy salmon sandwich with chipotle mayo + thin onion rings. (Again, great call B!!!)

Seriously, this dinner will stand as a memorable one for me. It was just perfect in every way possible (well minus the delay since Marcus had to find his belt, but we unanimously let slide…). Awesome folks, delicious food, dangerously addicting drink and straight up good times reminiscing: Outkast party, Arista lay off party, Questlove nights, Rhone nights, Summer 2005, Van Hunt/Bembe night, Double Happiness nights, and on and on… Love you guys!! I owe ya’ll some videos! Soon coming!

Of course our night did not end there. We were actually pretty amped for the night. With our previous track record, as abbreviated above, we were looking forward to banking it just one more time before my departure from NYC. These soul summit parties have been a staple in the Ft. Greene neighborhood for years, and surprisingly none of us had ever attended before. So we figured, what the heck, it’s Spinna and all. We packed into R’s ride with “Mimi in the middle” and headed over to BAM (Brooklyn Academy of Music)…and conveniently for Chuck, he squeezed himself into our spot in line after shouting, “Mimi?!! Shouldn’t your ass be in Shanghai already?!” Classic! ….And here we go!

and where it all began…

then met up with some FREEdom fighters…Phil & Todd…

But the “soul summit night of soul classics” were moreso punishment house music (as Kyra translated in German). Ummm music, we were not feeling, but we had each other … so we dipped to Moe’s …and eventually called it a BK night!

. . don’t burn the day. .