Outfit inspiration - except I wore black pumps
This past weekend me and my curls hit the town on some
birthday celebratory ish. A good time
was had by all but then again, that’s one thing that remains consistent with my
friends and I, we always have fun. We
started our venture at a small local spot where jazz set the mood for chill
drinks and bodies swaying gracefully back and forth, followed by a gentleman
who worked the room with a tray full of fried chicken wings. *wayment, did she just say fried chicken
wings?* Yes, that’s what I said. There I
am feeling all grown and sexy amongst a more “seasoned” than I crowd when a man
came out of nowhere with a cafeteria tray full of paper plates laced with fried
chicken wings! Really? Then we all snatched up a plate in true “black
people” form, #stereotypingatitsfinest as if it were our last meal. Can I tell you that the mood of the entire
room changed. It went from feeling like
a classy venue to the type of joint where pushing up my sleeves so as not to
get chicken grease on them is the norm!
#dontjudgeme. Anywho, on to the
next spot where the crowd was slightly, no make that significantly
different. There was a 90s party going
on at this spot but most of the people in attendance appeared to have been born
in the 90s and were not at all familiar with the DJ’s picks. My crew and I proceeded to order up vodkas
and mostly chair dance the entire night.
The next night was just my speed…almost like the Goldilocks
and 3 Bears story, you know one was too big, one too small and the other just
right. The DJ was on point, the crowd
was younger but grown enough to know better; with a few sights to see and the
dance floor spilled over into the lounge section as everyone got there wobble
on #biggirlmakembackitup! All in all,
it was a good weekend. Oh and my
hair? It held me down like none
other. Working on its last leg of a dry
twist out I had worn on all week using my WonderCurl Butter Than Love Pudding,
it did me proud.
2nd night I didn’t get any photos but this is the what I wore – only I carried a black and white clutch.
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