Last night we camel-walked into The New Parish to celebrate Fat Tuesday and hail up the one and only Regina Califa Calloway on her Crown Day. As we swung them hips to MJs Brass Boppers and peacocked to Katdelic, I had some thoughts…
Where are the Black People?
How can so many people dance against the music? #slamdance
Folks are decked out! So sparkly #magpieparadise
Oh the people on the beat are in the front. Okay…we headin to the front!
Man, nothing moves me like a Brass Band!!! Don’t sleep on the bass.
This man has got to be 7 feet tall…Umm, sharing a couple phrases of a two-step don’t mean we together
Is this man trying to physically pick me up?! Bob and weave! Fake left! Rope a dope!
I love my friends… (sips Tokyo Tea) I love everybody…
Horn players are probably great kissers
No!!!! Don’t leave, Brass Boppers!!!!! You gotta serenade my girl on her birthday…. Go Gina! Go Gina! #whodat
Hmmm, who is Katdelic? Wow, this dude is fly. These queens in the band can saaaaaang! #RonKat
Oh here come the drink bumpers. I’m ready to throw some ‘bows…
What soundtrack is playing in some of these folks’ heads? It’s not what we’re listening to out here. Eh, live and let live,
Um, not everybody in this place wants to see your awkward, clumsy, hunchback mating ritual on the dance floor, ladies. Take it to the bridge! No, seriously, please leave and go back across whatever bridge brought you here.
FUNK IS WHAT TIME IT IS!!!!!! #Katdelic
I have to go to my house now…