A Party and the Morning After

Dress code: African swag, I thought rummaging through my wardrobe and finally settled for a tribal looking high waisted skirt. This oughtta do, I thought not really wanting to rock a turban, which had involuntarily become my steez of late. You see my hairline and I in a healing stage so no braids etc until it comes back. The things I know now about taking care of my hair that I wish my momma told me. Sounds like a title to a book, ”Things I wish my momma told me.” One of those things would also be “don’t worry chile, beautiful people will always be appreciated.” If my mom was Jamaican, that’s how she would probably say it. Later that weekend when recollecting on the evening MK and I conceded it was much more fun than anybody had anticipated so thank you Lucia, for being you and having the ability to draw and retain such beautiful men and woman in your space.

The birthday girl stayed true to the dress code in an African print high waisted skirt. The print was predominately green and was completed by a wide red belt, a black polo-neck, black stockings and what must have been a pair of Steve-you-had-better-have-brought-a-pair-of –backup-pumps-for-the-2^nd portion-of-the-evening-Madden’s. And lets not forget the Boom Shaka cum Solange braids of “We like to partay” fame. In short, the birthday girl set the bar and we all followed suit. Nothing like a crowd of really well dressed black folk to get the party started despite the rnb thugging that was going on. 

I was seated next to Mbuso who has this controversial theory about the relationship between service and the music a place plays. Basically, he said that if he steps into any establishment playing rnb he turns right around. A clear sign, he claims, that you will get bad service here. As silly as this sounds the night probably further entrenched his belief. You damn near had to tackle a waitress for service.  The platters were perfectly timed though. Sushi, lambchops, chicken wing, riblets, the best darn boerewors I have ever had, spring rolls etc etc. I know its not what you would traditionally deem to be tapas but that’s what tapas are for a chick like me! YUM! We eventually took over the music, blacks, and at some point I was behind the bar serving drinks and dj’ing, smh. We can blame the tequilas Thato was slanging out for that stunt. 

 The party continued as a small group of us decided to move over to Taboo fast forward to 4am when my head finally hit the pillow only to be woken up a couple hours later by Steph cursing a reminder about an 11am brunch with Thando. My body screamed, “WTF? We are too old for this.” What should have been a responsible evening of fun celebrating Lucia and African swag had become a page from my early 20’s BUT I try my best to be a woman of my word, so up I was, soul shattered to have brunch with the lovelies, Steph and Thando.

Finally seated at Salvation Café I decided to try the Eggs Benedict one more time, Thando had the same and Steph, a Mexican breakfast burrito, delish! The 1st time I had ever had Eggs Benedict the hollandaise sauce was so tangy it was unbearable. Each bite, torture! Being my first time and all I thought maybe this was how it was meant to taste but Thando assured me that torturous was not the intended result and Life, yeah you, must have gotten it wrong and boy was she right.

 Verdict: a slightly tangy smack but no torture. I’m a huge fan of swine in the morning but I would definitely fucks with this dish again, pardon my French.

Brunch was lovely but obviously marred by my aching EVERYTHING! When I got home I put in some mandatory couch recovery time and had gentle yet stern words with myself. Life is so precious, well the moments that comprise to create a life story are and going overboard, though part of ye growing pains, is really something to keep in your youth. What could have been a glorious Saturday was a woeful one so I say eat, drink and be merry but do not render yourself incapable of truly living in and within the moments, to be fully conscious and present. Simply keep it simple stupid and do not overindulge. This advise is for when a good feeling does do roll call, that you too are counted.

Feast! but do take care.