I marked July 31st in my social calender with anticipation as I was looking forward to attending the Black National Bar association conference mixer sponsored by Grey Goose. The soiree would be held in the Galleria @ The Fox Sports Bar & Grill. Surely all of the above components would make for a fabulous event. I have to admit I am a bit of a social snob. I don't like to attend every single event every week and I try to use a keened trained eye for BS promotions that would cause me to throw away a cute outfit, fierce makeup, petro & about $40 in expenses.
Wednesday night I kicked off my evening activities with a night out with "The Diva's" @ Azuma Sushi bar for our weekly/monthly sushi. (I recommend The Red Devil Roll. My fav appetizer is the spare ribs and a split on the combo fried rice. All of it is to die for.) Seeing that most of "The Diva's" are married they skipped out on the Mixer later that night.
When I arrived at Fox Sports, I apparently approached the wrong entry because a big muscular dude quickly told me it was a VIP entrance. (OOOh, I swear promoters get on my nerves with that fake a$$ ish. Dont you know who I am?) Anywho... I quickly saw what was the regular folks entrance and thought to myself aagh Hell Naw!! The line was the equivalent of a 21 inch weave just too damn long for anyone to handle. I already knew what time it was, start walking the line to assess whether the money you spent on valet is worth waiting in line by surveying the crowd that was waiting in the line. The ratio of women to men was ridiculous as always. Okay time to put a plan in action. My previous days in event planning taught me that where there's a will there's a way.
Ha! Ha! 30 min's later I was in the party. Gratis! (Gratis!=Free. A PR Ninja never gives up her secrets.) Down to the bidness. The party was filled with the beautiful people, everyone was on their Sunday best dressed behavior. Houston women showed their classy a$$'s. Weaves were flowing as well as cute swingy bob's. The popular body part of the evening was legs, legs, legs. Sexy tunic dress & short-hemmed "shirt" dress were the norm. As usual the Dapper Don's stood around holding up the bar acting as if they're too good to get a sista a complimentary watered down Cranberry & Grey Goose. Typical night out in Houston.
But the one thing that killed the whole night was the Heat... It was hot a$$ hell inside and by clock strike midnite a chick's beautiful silky weave turned into a pumpkin. No more like a wild pumpkin patch.
All in all it was the same ol typical hyped up promoted event. I really wish promoter's would concentrate on quality instead of quantity. A mixer gives one the impression of a more laid back yet energetic evening mingling and jingling with like minded individuals. Not a hot sweat box filled to the brim with anyone who has the patience to wait in a 30 -45 line & $20 or $30 depending on what time you arrived. (Why do promoter's increase the price as the evening progresses. When your at capacity just turn folks away. Don't make them pay more to sweat. I could've went to the gym for that nonsense. Next time I'm calling the fire marshall. Damn!!!)
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