Friday, February 13, 2009

40th NCAAP Image Awards and Post Gala

I can finally breathe! Finally. These past 42 hours have nothing but complete, yet organized, chaos!

It all started when I received a text message around 11:30pm-ish from a friend who said, "What are you doing tomorrow at 5? I have tix to the NAACP Image Awards but I can't go. Would you like them?" After a brief Q&A with my good friend Bri, I accepted the tickets. EVERYTHING after that was on fast forward. I immediately texted my Dad and my relative GK saying, "If you read this before you go to work, ditch and take the day off! I have tix to the Image Awards and want you to come." My pops couldn't make it, so GK made the drive from San Diego to LA to come hang with the stars.

We rolled up on the Shrine Auditorium and what was just another day for me was heaven for GK! The NAACP was celebrating its 100th birthday by having Tyler Perry and Halle Berry (call me) host the awards. Let me be the first to say that everyone was looking beautiful in the vicinity! I was doing my best to keep all my people updated via Twitter (follow me!). Vanessa and Angela Simmons were as beautiful as ever. GK damn near fainted over Taraji P. Henson. Somebody's mama and auntie who was loud and ghetto kept yelling out, "Will I love you baby!", from the back row at the top of the balcony (I think she got her tickets extra late!). Rosario Dawson lowkey gave me that, "I want you" look. GK couldn't stop winking at Keke Palmer. Afterwards I said hello to my good friends Kenny Lattimore and Chante Moore. GK is still drooling over Taraji P. Henson and out of nowhere feels the need to vent to me about how his barber in San Diego couldn't fit him in for a line up before he came up to LA.
Glenn cites that he would've got some numbers had his line been on point. See for yourself in this picture here. Now...I'm just sayin - you make the call! Bro man vents for at least 20 minutes until I told him, "Stop acting like a *expletive*. You lost one dawg. Let's go to Roscoe's (Pico & LaBrea!"

On the way to Roscoe's my boy Slav hits me up and wants me to roll with him to the red carpet of the XBIZ Awards (if you don't know those are, Google it). Sounds cool right? Right! Well, GK isn't familiar with the XBIZ Awards, so when I told him what they were, he suggested we make a change of plans. Those change of plans were...

NAACP Image Awards Post Awards Gala at The Beverly Hilton (same place where Clive Davis held his Pre-Grammy Party). As always when too many black folks are in one place at one time, everyone starts trippin and security wants to get like D-Bo on everyone. Homie don't play that! Eventually we got inside and the party was jumpin jumpin (Sorry, I had to borrow that one Bey). Biz Markie was on the 1's and 2's and folks (including someone's mom, dad, auntie, uncle, and grandparents) were on the dance floor straight gettin it! I swear it was one of the flyest after parties, or should I say parties period, that I have been to since moving to Los Angeles. Sidenote: Omarosa is one funny bunny! Her and I were at the same beach house party in Malibu for a party on the 4th of July in Malibu and she was knockin back the liquor. LOL, I love that woman. Last night was no different, you could have sworn babygirl was at prom once again and her parents said, "Behave yourself", but she wasn't tryin to have it! LOL at good times those were. GK had the biggest eyes I've ever seen that night when he laid them on Tichina Arnold who was backin it up on some 20-something-year-old guy who thought he could handle her. I give GK my Flip Camera and he proceeds to record and about 15 seconds into the recording, Tichina goes "Diary of a Mad Black Woman" on GK and damn near shoves the camera out of her face! LMAO, I couldn't hold it in. It was too funny! We keep dancing and Lil JJ rolls onto the dance floor and we're all bustin moves! The single ladies weren't ready for us UNTIL...Beyonce's "Single Ladies" came on and the ladies felt as if the fellas weren't shhhhhh...it (sound it out). I post up on the wall and attempt to relax while I sip on my Ciroc/Cranberry drank that I got from the OPEN BAR (excuse me!? Did someone say "Open Bar?" Music to my ears.)



The party starts to dwindle down and I'm feelin myself a bit too much and my bed is calling me. I took a few pictures before I dipped and headed back to The Valley. I don't know how I made it home because I was all over the 405 North, but I made it...thank you Jesus! I hit the sack at 2am and wake up at 5 and today was all she wrote.

Now I'm off to a housewarming party, so I shall holler at ya'll on the next one. Let the beat drop, I'm out!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

u can write ya ass off homie. I mean ... tell a story.

Musique's Poetry said...

GO head boy. I'm glad that you had a gret time, wish I could've been there

Anonymous said...

Come on black, You wrote me up like a fish out water and you know I was not star struck...I could hardly see with no glasses. And I WAS NOT winking at Keke Palmer! Almost fainting over Taraji is accurate...As my RIGHT HAND the #1 Rule is "NEVER LET SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE FAMILY KNOW WHAT YOURE THINKING.. I'm gone start keeping my comments to myself...Don't wanna end up on a reality show.. We're (explative) done man.