Gobble Gobble

What a whirlwind week! My weave is totally wacked right now but let me try to recap.

Monday, I had a delightful dinner with Ms. Kelly at Barbounia. Holla at some lovely fried cheese! I really do love fried cheese because it matches my thighs. So cute. Afterwards, we rolled over to the Gramercy Park Hotel for a cocktail before calling it a night.

Tuesday, I was in DUMBO all day for work. No details to be reveal of what went down, but at the end of the night, Ms. Wycelf sang "No Woman No Cry", talked some shit about Ms. Lauren Hill, and we danced the night away.

Wednesday, I hopped on my flight to London and it was celeb heaven. In the lounge at JFK, I spotted Channing Tatum. I wanted to commend him on his Oscar worthy role in "She's the Man", but alas, I was too embarrassed to approach the Z-lister. Common was floating around the dining area, chatting on his cellie. Kanye's management was also there munching away and it wasn't until I boarded the plane that I spotted Kanye...2 seats over from me. I rudely was reading my US Weekly (with him and his mother on the cover...oops) before I realized my blunder and put that shit away.

Thursday, I arrived at Heathrow looking like a total hot mess so I had to head straight to Ms. Sara's in Islington for some serious beautifying. That evening, I met up with Ms. Cora and her manz and Ms. Sam for some heavy drinking at The Builders Arms in Kensington. Holla at cozy pubs with cozy beverages! We then rolled over to Cafe Rouge for some chain French fare to celebrate the slaughter of Indians (Yeah, Happy Thanksgiving) before hitting one more bar in Notting Hill before bed. How were all your Thanksgivings? Did you stuff your face with a bunch of cock...I mean turkey? How fowl.

Friday, I worked my weave on Oxford Street like a hooker in heels. Shopping is not only therapeutic, it's also cardio! Gosh I'm just so damn skinny now. That evening, after a romantic dinner at Thai Square where Ms. Sara's mouth was indeed en fuego (that's hot), we met Ms. Sam and her friend and Ms. Lucy with her Mr. Peter at The Winchester for some adult activities i.e. binge drinking. Unfortunately, the basement "night club" smelled like a giant asshole roast so we zipped down Essex Street to The Embassy to cap the evening off properly. We headed back to Sara's and had a midnight singalong with Ms. Michaela. Loves.

Saturday, Ms. Sara, Mr. Scott, Ms. Morgan, and I had a lovely dinner at the uber trendy Vanilla. It's very chic and modern, quite resembling The Mondrian in LA...except replacing the LA douchebags with London's finest vajayjay washes. The meal was quite tasty although a group of loud Brits celebrating some one's 40 year old twat across the way was a bit of a distraction, especially when they started to play Suck and Blow. Yes, that's right...40 year olds playing an adolescent game made famous from Clueless. Ricockulous.

Sunday, we lazed about, had a quick meal at Yo Sushi, then saw The Darjeeling Limited. It was very typical Wes Anderson, a little slow, but entertaining enough.

This morning, my weave was up VERY early and I was at Heathrow and on my way home before I knew it. Bless the First Class situation or else I'd be an even hotter mess than I already am.