So, I'm sitting at my office and editing my site (such a grueling process) and noticed I had a very boring day! I walk get over to my stylist and we start to hash out our next wardrobe options and I receive a text from a newly acquired friend in the business. Who? Billie Mitchell owner of one of the top PR firms in the USA! Billie and I met over a year ago at Kemba Walker's birthday party.
The invitation was definitely received with excitement from me and the SCP staff. We knew were going to be among the best of the best for a full evening of luxury and fun. Needless to say, our presumptions of the event were matched with the exquisite fashion, champagne and RED CARPET!
Billie had A List Entertainment's very own Isreal Haggan host the party of elites in the business. Among the elite were Tylik Hill of Vocab Magazine, SoundBoy, Jerseylicous, Mike Boogie and James 'Cool Breeze' Gray. There were two musical performances with the stage adorned by painted models. the champagne flowed throughout the night along with a Las Vegas raffle! Check out Raine Angel Photography for more pictures of the night and see the magic for yourself! KKDT
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WARNING: THIS POST IS LENGTHY! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED SO NO COMPLAINTS PLEASE! And now, back to your regularly scheduled program...
I loved this man the minute I laid eyes on him. He was perfect to me: from his intriguing stare to his delicious stature, I was hooked. I wanted him to be mine. And he was.
Fast forward by years, easy, pressure-free years: we are still together. We are about to make the ultimate commitment to each other. I have already held my first meeting with my bridesmaids, attended so many bridal expos I have lost count of possible vendors I could use for my big day. Everyone is so happy for me, so happy. My mother cannot believe one of her girls is jumping the broom. My coworkers are constantly asking me about details. I am constantly looking for color swatches, fabric samples, cake samples, business contacts, but where is my groom? Between work and home, I cannot put my finger on what is happening, but there is definitely something brewing in the atmosphere. We live together at this point, but he isn't always home. We have different work schedules, but even on his days off, he is M.I.A. I speak on the phone with him more than I see him. I find myself asking for more time, AGAIN. Didn't we deal with this before? Whenever we argued about this in the past, he always gave me the same response: his mind was always on the dollar. He was concerned about making money. For him, the dollar was in the club life. He loved the party life. Three to four days a week, he was in somebody's lounge or club. He loved parties. Period. Me? I rarely partied. My idea of a "party" included potato chips and my students reading their essays. We were growing apart. My concerns become nagging, constant nagging. Why couldn't I understand that he was getting paid for doing what he loved? Why did his partying bother me when I knew he was coming home to me? Why was I complaining about time when he was just doing him? When was I going to fall back, just let him do what he did to make ends meet and enjoy whatever days with me he could pencil in? I found myself doing just that; I would build a schedule around him.
Girls-night-outs were cancelled if he wanted me to be in the house, I begin to see my family less, and my life revolved around work and him (and in that order). No one protests. According to everyone else, I am a happy bride-to-be, a girl so smitten, so in love, that she wanted to be around her man constantly. Behind closed doors, we argued more. Bickering became full-blown shouting verbal drag-outs. We would make up for a little while, but we were back at it in no time. Arguments would then lead to him threatening to leave, and me practically begging him to "fight for us," to work it out with me. I tried lingerie, dressing up, being sexier. I would cook food I knew he would enjoy. I would apologize for hanging out with my friends, for staying out late, knowing that just the other night, he came home from partying at six in the morning reeking of liquor without so much as a hello. I would turn everything wrong back on me. If I would just stop nagging him, then maybe he would want to be home more.
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And before you know it, it's that one time of the year everyone looks forward to celebrating: New Year's Day. You have your sparkling black on, you watch the ball drop, read your facebook posts and like pictures, take more pictures for others to like, and last but definitely far from least, you make your resolutions for the year. You "forget" about the fact that for the last ten years, you have made the same resolutions- the same resolutions that, you recall with simple shake of the head, barely lasted until that first Thursday of January when your ex rang your bell and you buzzed him in, or when you took a bite out of that dulce de leche donut from your favorite pastry spot. No judgment here, folks. Resolutions and promises are definitely one in the same: easy to make and hard to keep. However, the whole logic behind resolutions is to grow, to build on what was previously there. We are naturally inclined to grow, and with each new year, our natural desire is to grow. Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, "To get up each morning with the resolve to be happy is to set our own conditions to the events of each day. To do this is to condition circumstances instead of being conditioned by them," and as people, our ultimate goal is to simply be happy. Mary J. Blige happy. Coca Cola commercial happy. If the words of Emerson ring true, then we must set our own conditions to achieve our own sense of "happy." If we have no resolutions, then here are some things to bid farewell and leave in '12 in order to set conditions for our journey to happy in 2013:
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