Q Quotables..

y'all know the drill.. things i'm feeling..

1. My hometown Chicago Bulls.. Yes sir!! Derrick Rose.. Chicago's PG of the future.. literally.. dude is sick, and i was so glad to see him go to the Bulls with the #1 pick.. next season is going to be crazy.. my boy Tyrus is going to have a field day catching oops from that dude.. hopefully BG will be there as well, enjoying in the run.. now let's hope Kirk is on the move.. any takers??
2. The NBA Draft.. no where else will you see that many Black kids/men turn into instant millionaires.. to see the smiles on the faces of their mothers is priceless.. gotta love it..
   
3. The NY Knicks.. only the Knicks can continue to mess up good draft picks?? that Italian dude?? my man hit me up saying that he's giving up pizza for the whole year to protest this pick.. classic.. with all those guards on the board, they go with that dude?? i think it's going to be another long season for the Knicks, and i'm loving it..
4. "A Millie" remixes.. i like to see when the whole hip-hop community comes together.. and Lil' Wayne's "A Millie" did just that.. everybody under the sun made a remix to that joint.. Hov did his "A Billie" remix, true to form.. Jada spit on it, shoot, everybody spit on it.. but truth be told, Lil' Mama might have had one of the best remixes out of all of them.. crazy.. check it out..
   
5. Changing perceptions.. i'm feeling this now.. i was out somewhere last week, and exposed a bunch of people to how life can be for minorities.. my people's turned a spot out, and had people wondering just who we were and how we got there.. i ain't gonna brag, but i had the biggest spot in the whole venue.. and i made sure people knew that.. it was beautiful to see how much fun so many people had, and how people started to dream again (including myself).. a feeling i will never forget.. let's keep changing perceptions.. Barack will be in the White House, the Bulls in the Championship, and a company called Fuzion on top of the world.. i'm just sayin'..
   

Moment of Clarity..

ok, a lot has happened since i've been away from y'all.. i ain't gon' tell y'all where i was or what i was doing.. y'all be hatin' too much..

but, i need to recap on some things..

1. How the heck did R. Kelly get off? i mean, i know how he got off.. shoot, we all saw it.. saw him.. so yea, dude def' got off.. got off on a chick too.. shoot a few of them.. but i'm just sayin', how do you get off when you're on camera? when you're adjusting the camera in your OWN HOME?!! i guess dude was right.. he don't see nothing wrong.. and i guess the judge and jury didn't either.. yeah, chick moved like she was grown, but she wasn't.. case was on trial so long that my baby niece is dang near in college now..
   
2. Suge Knight got knocked out again.. i know y'all saw the pics from him getting jumped and KTFO a few weeks ago, but he also just sold Death Row for $25 million.. at first, i was like, how did he get that much? then i was like, that's cheap! for that entire catalog? with Snoop, Dre, Tupac? and 20 unreleased Tupac tracks?? pause, how does this dude still have unreleased tracks.. they already put out 20 albums since that dude died.. crazy.. i would be selling Doggfather ringtones like a mug, if i was them.. California Love would be a new anthem that would be played in LAX.. i'm just sayin'.. but again, to those that saw that footage of Suge on his back, please believe them dudes that jumped him are going to catch a bad one..
3. Was anyone else shocked by Jay-Z's verse on Mr. Carter with Weezy?? dude tipped his hat..
   
4. is there anyone bigger than Will Smith right now?? i'm just saying.. i'm feenin to see that Hancock flick.. that's breaking somebody's record (his own i guess).. i also want to see Wanted.. that's a movie NYPD and other cops that can't shoot, need to watch and learn from..
   
5. did y'all see how some people were trying to legalize smoking weed in airports? while i would be all for legalizing the green substance (esp' with the emphasis of Go Green), how high were those white folks for coming up with that idea? that shows you that there is a serious cultural difference between races.. they get high and think of stuff that even other high Black dudes lose their high off of.. like "nigga, what did you say?".. and yeah, i dropped the n-bomb in reference to white folks.. but seriously, how high are you to talk about legalizing weed only in airports.. not in your home.. not on your porch.. not in the club.. not in your backyard.. but in the airport, and only the airport.. niggas taking "get high" to a whole new level.. i'm just sayin'..
   

The Questions..

y'all know the drill.. don't try to answer these, unless you must.. comment as you please.. just some rhetorical questions that's my ode' to hip-hop..

1. Is it me, or did Bush Sr. sell his soul/son to the devil? I mean, the war, gas prices, the economy, his stupidity, etc.. How can your son be that bad?
2. How can anyone not believe in global warming with the tropical storms, fluctuations in temperatures (my east coast people know that this 100 degree weather is no joke), and LA being a "green" state, yet you can't see through the smoke.. i mean smog..?? - somehow that was a question..
3. Was Ellen DeGeneres a Black man in her prior life? i'm just sayin'..
4. Would somebody find something to put in in Elisabeth Hasselback's (The View) mouth? my zipper is stuck..
5. Did anyone really think the Lakers would be down 2-0 right now in the NBA Finals?
6. Was anyone other Bulls' fan happier than me when it was announced that Doug Collins wouldn't be the next coach?
7. What happened to hip-hop?
8. Is it hip-hop or hip hop?
9. How quick did Bill Clinton go from the 1st Black President to a southern white man?
10. Is there a funnier series of commercials than the e-trade commercials with that baby? i mean, that clown one? why can't i see that enough?
    

Kick Rocks..

that's to you, Mrs. Clinton.. Hillary to be exact.. you really have no clue what "audacity" means.. i mean, maybe technically, but you don't "feel" it.. how are you going to dang near demand Barack to pay your $30 million dollar debt? Really? you should've gotten out of the race a long time ago..

kick rocks..

Belief..

"i'm glad i have more belief in myself, than i do in signs" - Q.

that's probably going to sound pretty self-absorbed to quote myself, but it was something powerful for me.. some words that i uttered to myself and to a couple of my boys yesterday afternoon.. see, it's been a rough week.. really a rough past 3 days.. to me, all the signs were pointing to negative things.. across the board.. all of the way across the board.. i went into my own cocoon.. i felt that i needed to remove myself from the world.. i went into it pretty much after my workout on Tuesday.. i believe that was the last time someone saw me until yesterday.. at least in a casual setting.. i just couldn't bring myself to mess with people.. i had to grind.. at least i thought i had to..

i figured if i saw people, i might wil' out.. might do something stupid.. might say something stupid.. i couldn't allow that to happen.. what was crazy is that my man was actually going through the same thing over the last couple of days.. a dude i see dang near every day.. we both were to ourselves making our own life altering decisions.. or so we thought.. i thought it was crazy when i opened up to him and told him about what i was going through, and he pretty much returned the same message to me.. he was feeling the same.. during that conversation i couldn't really get through it.. where we were, i had a hard time being.. it was supposed to be a good situation, and it was, but it was lessened due to our attitudes.. so then i said what i said above..

after that, i think the world was removed from my shoulders.. cuz no matter what, i was going to be good.. whether that's on the personal side or the business side, i was going to be good.. shoot, that morning i contemplated doing a lot of things that were not good.. well, maybe i should say that they weren't smart.. i woke up at the crack of dawn yesterday, earlier than usual.. and i was up working.. researching some nonsense that my sleep woke me up out of.. at that point, i felt that i HAD to research it.. then i was brought back to reality.. a few tense conversations, a longer one with my man C3, and then one with PC.. i still wasn't out of the woods, though..

so there i sat, spilling a lot over lunch.. had a text message from a dude that owes me something.. kinda put me over the edge at that point.. but then i went back to what i said before.. i'm glad that i have more belief in myself..

that's all that i needed.. i snapped back into it.. forget these "signs".. i ain't even worried about them.. because if it really is a sign, i still have a choice.. i still can go another way.. i can still spin a negative into a positive.. that's what i was going to do.. so i ended up having a man afternoon/evening.. i was with my boy for a few hours.. we ended up moving around the city checking out a few things that we've been meaning to.. work was the furthest thing from my mind.. so was most of the world.. things that usually aggravated me (like the train), wasn't getting to me.. i took my behind home, realizing that there was a planned "men retreat" that night to watch the kick-off of The Finals.. Lakers vs. Celtics.. i needed this..

my attitude began to get foul again.. i called my father to wish him a happy birthday.. i forgot, but as i finally checked my voicemail last night, i heard his voice.. so i called, and we rapped for a bit.. all he really wanted to know was when my birthday (and my siblings) was.. i had to laugh.. dude had no clue when any of our birthdays were.. i think he had mine in april, my sister was in the right month, but way off on the day, and i think he had the right month for my brother.. he then mentioned that he tried to call my brother.. i laughed.. i was like "don't you know he's locked up again?".. he then told me that he got out.. "word?!".. i had no clue.. it made me feel a certain way.. not good or bad, just weird.. through that conversation, i realized how separated my family was.. but then i got to the cigar shop, where i was to meet the fellas before we rolled to my man's spot in NJ.. i saw them.. talked a lil' more w/ my father, and i snapped back out of it..

or so i thought..

so we drove to grab some steaks and stuff for the night.. then were off to NJ.. we get to the spot.. my man's crib is SICK.. brownstone.. SICK.. we walk in through the basement, which opened up to the perfect basement.. walk in and you see like a 72" plasma.. wrap-around couches.. a bar.. a spa.. it was crazy.. it let out to the back.. dude had his own gazebo-like structure.. grill and the whole nine.. i was like "what part of the game is this??".. i was in love with the dude's crib.. straight up in love.. we went up to the main floor which had the kitchen.. we each prepped our own steaks and greeted each other.. then to the grill.. then cigars and wine.. it was an experience..

there were 5 of us.. i'm the only one under 40, and i think everyone had me by at least 10 years.. but it was cool.. these Black men do it! powerful group.. i felt honored to be included.. we ignored the game for the first 3 quarters as we talked about everything.. they were schoolin' me, and they said i was schoolin' them (not too sure about that, but hey).. we talked about life.. and then i realized how good my life was.. how i didn't need to hide from the world.. how i could just live.. i was living.. i had to let the negative stuff go.. i had to let the signs go.. they told me how business can humble us and make us stronger, and that things would be getting better soon.. i truly believed them.. they talked about what i was doing, and how if they were doing it that early, they would be having this gathering in Dubai or something.. made me feel good.. didn't put any more bread in my pocket, but still made me feel good..

so we were talking until 3:30 this morning.. crazy.. didn't get back home until after 4am.. but it was all worth it.. and here i am again, back at it.. believing more in me than anything else.. getting my swagger back.. about to go hard yet again.. rainy day or not.. i'm gettin' it.. trust me on that.. so, say hello to the bad guy..

no more bitchassness for me..

i'm baaaaaaaaack!!

Introducing Sleepy..

see man, i wasn't even going to do it like this, but my man forced my hand.. here i was, prepared to introduce my cat to the world.. full of stories that were hilarious to me.. that were even funnier to those that have met my cat.. but today changed it all..

let me back up.. i hate cats.. HATE them.. never liked them joints.. were too sneaky to me.. to be honest, i thought they were too much like me.. slanted eyes.. no sense of what limits them.. they just go for it.. but then Sleepy came into my life.. much more than a cat, dude is a tiger in training.. that's where he got me..

see, i like big cats.. Lions, tigers, panthers, etc.. Sleepy has some of that in him.. he made his way from the street, to finally living with me.. he won me over with his athletic ability.. plus he's a BIG cat.. dude is not your ordinary house cat.. he's probably like twice the size of your traditional house cat.. but not fat.. just strong and athletic.. lean.. i give it to him.. dude is a beast..

so that's the background..

over the last year, he and i became closer.. that's what happens, keep a pet long enough, and y'all start to know everything about one another.. plus he was a bully.. a small terror.. and a show-off.. he's like the LeBron of house cats.. jumping from 10 feet away.. bullying grown men.. biting.. dude can even slap box! don't believe me? just wait until the video blog.. just wait.. he will pop the mess outta somebody.. and that's how he won me over.. i just couldn't believe this lil' mickey fickey had so much gangsta in him.. to the point where i would literally have to resort to punching dude in his gut.. PETA, kiss my ass.. you can let a house cat punk you if you want, but i'm not the one..

so, we developed this rapport.. he has his gourmet food in the morning and at night.. i woke up, he was there waiting for me.. forcing me to the fridge? don't believe me? let me explain.. dude will be at the door, then wait for me, and as i'm walking to the bathroom he will cut right in front of me forcing me into the kitchen.. he'd then rub his face against the fridge and begin talking.. if i took too long, his meows became longer and stronger.. he wasn't playing.. i liken it to a spoiled kid banging his fists on the table saying "i want to eat! i want to eat!!".. that's Sleepy.. when i returned home, he would greet me at the door, then layout in front of me acting as if he wanted his belly rubbed then as soon as walk beside him, he'd trip me and run to the kitchen.. so, there i'd go.. being a punk.. getting him his food.. i was Mr. Belvedere.. although he has dry food in his bowl, he knew in the morning and evening he was ENTITLED to his gourmet meal.. crazy.. oh, and consider that the dude has an automatic kitty litter box!! he lives much better than me!!

but today?? as i sat working from home, i was lost.. sitting on the couch with the window air conditioner behind me, we both heard noises.. i figured it was my landlord messing with the trash, so i ignored it.. not Sleepy.. nah, dude was on the prowl.. he sat in the window staring.. i ignored him.. like 15 minutes later, i heard another sound.. so i get up.. "what is dude doing?".. i can't believe he's still out there messing w/ the garbage.. so i look out the window by the door and i don't see anything.. so then i peek out the air conditioner window.. guess what i see??

a female cat chillin' on top of the air conditioner.. Sleepy has a crush.. i was like, "aww that's qute".. but then it was going on for too long.. Sleepy sleeps all the time, esp' during the day.. he likes to do his dirt all by his lonely, so he waits until the night to start ripping and running.. not today.. dude is up all day.. knowing good and well he's dead tired.. all for a girl.. i start to ignore him, then i start to get upset.. i look at this street cat, and i'm like "she ain't even qute!!".. so i'm now bitter at his taste.. but part of me feels good.. like Sleepy isn't concerned about dating some model, even though he could.. he just likes what he likes.. since i see some of that in myself (although i would never date an ugly chick), i start to smile a bit..

so i peep his game.. he has none at all.. none whatsoever.. dude is caught out there.. BAD.. he's pressed.. this chick ain't even meowing for the dude.. she is pretty much just staring or either ignoring him.. on some, "dude can't even come out to play, what kind of man is that??".. but Sleepy ain't hearing it.. he proceeds to jump all around me, dang near pulling down the curtains and blinds to get closer to him.. he's "hissing".. yes, my man hisses or "huffs".. i'm screaming at him, dang near embarrassing him like any parent would do.. then i'm realizing that Sleepy, as big as he is, is just a teenager.. he don't know how to act.. so, as he tries to rip the plastic down (yea, i didn't take it down yet from the winter) from the windows, i intervene..

i start to take the plastic down so that he can see that even with it down, he still ain't getting to her.. then that cat starts looking at me.. that chick was too ugly, so i closed the blinds.. Sleepy is all over the window.. this goes on for hours.. like 6 hours.. shoot, that dang cat is still out there.. Sleepy can't sleep for 5 minutes without getting back up to check for her ugly ass.. so yea, right now i'm bitter.. my man has bad taste.. and he's pressed.. we don't do that.. we don't get down like that.. it has to be some mutual stuff.. Sleepy ain't hearing me.. dude is still pressed.. i have a feeling he's going to be up all night.. a shame what women do to us, isn't it?!!

i mean, here i was planning on telling you all about the amazing feats and tales of Sleepy, now i'm putting him on blast as being a sucker for an alley cat.. my strong, creative and athletic cat is now a sucker for love.. what is up with that? i want my tiger back.. i want my pretty boy back.. ahh, yea, Sleepy is a pretty boy.. bathes ever 15 minutes, like he was getting ready to go out on a date.. dude is "stank" too.. has a nice attitude.. touch him and he'll look at you sideways then clean himself.. as if he was questioning where your hands had been.. dude is hilarious.. he'll try to be all grown and sit next to me, when he knows he wants to go to sleep.. his head will start falling and his eyes will be dang near shut, but he'll fight the sleep.. shoot, then he'll find the most uncomfortable places to sleep and make it even more uncomfortable.. piles of papers or magazines.. he's crazy.. then, knowing that i'm allergic to him (and all cats, but good thing for Zyrtec!), he'll lay on my clothes, on my pillow.. one time, by accident, i jumped in the shower and threw my draws and wife beater in the hallway.. i come out only to see this dude doing a mating dance with my stuff.. first he lays on it, then he'll put one arm in front to brace it, then use his back legs to kick and stretch it.. it's classic, but at the same time nasty.. i'm like "why do you like my draws?".. but i guess he's showing me that he's with me for life, like it or not.. cuz if somebody loves your dirty draws, then shoot, they got love for you!! dude is funny.. we go to bed at the same time.. he races me to bed to be honest.. i get up and start walking back, and there he is flying by me, then slowing up as he walks into his room (the 2nd bedroom) at the same time that i walk into mine.. then he will sleep on the pillow that is laid out for him.. when i wake up early, he's still in his bed.. funny dude.. some might wonder why he doesn't sleep anywhere around me.. take a look at that picture.. he's worse than an infant or any woman.. he HOGS the bed.. will sleep right up under me.. not a good look if your cat is spooning you or you're spooning him.. so he gets kicked out.. sometimes he'll get lucky, and creep in, and make his way to the bottom of the bed (see, he's smart, as he knows how to start).. then come 3am, he's all up on my calf or something and i can no longer move.. then he'll have the nerve to give me attitude as if i woke his behind up.. he's special.. he's my cat..

he's Sleepy..

Q Quotables: Things I'm Feeling..

ok, this is some new stuff i'm on right now.. taking a page outta my man C3's book, i'm going to hit y'all with any and everything.. each week, i'm going to discuss "Q Quotables" aka "Things I'm Feeling".. you can love and hate em at the same time.. oh well.. do what you do.. it's my site, danggit!!

1. Busta Rhymes - Don't Touch Me Remix

ok, i thought i was in love with the original version, but i was wrong.. that was some lust stuff.. the remix?? yeah, that's love.. the beat? sick.. don't believe me? zshare that bad boy.. if i'm lying, i'm flying coach besides the bathroom in the back of that joint.. ain't happening.. i ain't lying.. the verses on this joint?? the line-up?? come on man, dude had Nas, Weezy, Game, and others.. but shoot, he got Big Daddy Kane on that joint.. Big Daddy Kane.. the b-i-g d-a-double d-y k-a-n-e.. shoot, i even made my own dance to that joint.. wait till the video blog, the Harlem Shake don't have nothing on me!! "throw water on 'em".. welcome back Bus.. we need this dude.. his energy is crazy..

2. Summertime

i'm feeling Memorial Day, because that is the official re-release of Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff's "Summertime".. think i'm lying.. think back to years past, and this year.. it's like Labor Day.. that let's you know that you can't wear white no more and look fly.. Memorial Day is when you can play that joint and get away with it.. matter of fact, people will give you dap for no reason.. none at all.. gotta love it..
3. Barack

the dude don' did it.. what else do i need to say? other than get at me for those fundraiser dinner tickets for the June 29th Fuzion/Barack event here in NYC.. get at me..

4. Kobe

i can't front, dude is a beast.. the best in the game.. hands down.. wish he was in that Bulls uniform, but it is what it is.. i'm feeling his game and how he elevated a team nobody (even him) thought would be on the verge of another championship.. he killed it this year.. MVP.. too many nasty dunks.. dude pulls up and every shot looks like it's going in..

5. Paid in Full - The Movie

i popped that in the DVD player this week.. forgot how much i liked that movie.. classic material.. dudes playing trash can basketball for 5G's a pop.. can i find some of them dudes to play with?? come on, please?? i can use the cash.. remember Camron watching his own dang porno in that joint? or when he shot dude in the ass? classic..

6. So You Think You Can Dance

guilty pleasure of mine now that Bad Girl's Club is off.. i thought i wouldn't miss hearing "pop off son, pop off", but i do.. so this show is my new pleasure.. i think it was last week that had that dude out in LA that basically was like a human rubberband.. he danced to Swizz Beatz' joint.. crazy.. that beat is sick.. but that dude was sicker.. i gotta give to him.. but the other dancers were crazy too..

7. ARC/Optimum Fitness
i'm on my workout game right now.. 3 to 4 times a week, plus i picked up boxing.. i gotta give it to my man Tony VP for training me this hard.. i ain't gon' boast, but dang if i don't brag.. don't believe me? challenge me.. pushups, dips, pullups, 1-arm joints, whatever.. i'll be your huckleberry.. my boxing game is getting better, and i'm looking for some sparring partners.. not worried about them being in my weight class either.. with Tony VP in my corner, i'm feeling pretty dang arrogant with mine.. so, i'm on this fitness kick, eating oatmeal in the morning instead of my bacon and eggs.. and i hate oatmeal.. but i hate throwing up my breakfast more, so i do what my trainer tells me.. if you're in nyc, get at me if you want a trainer.. i'll let you borrow mine..

8. Women

mom's day passed, but i'm still feeling y'all, and it wouldn't be appropriate if i didn't let y'all know in my inaugural quotables.. i love y'all.. addicted to y'all.. not necessarily on some "i wanna get with you" stuff, either.. i just love y'all.. my barber is a woman.. the best in the game, too.. i'm surrounded by you.. and i want to stay surrounded by you.. at a safe distance, though.. but still want to be surrounded by you.. y'all get on my nerves as often as the opposite feeling, but i still can't run from y'all.. i catch cramps on purpose.. pull up lame on purpose.. just to be around y'all.. just to be around you.. in the same vein, i need more from y'all.. stay by my side.. please.. stay by our side.. we men have issues, but we ain't ish without you.. so don't give up on us just yet.. i promise not to give up on y'all..

SEX and The City..

so i ventured out on Sunday evening to catch the new Sex and the City movie.. i wanted to see it.. chick flick and all.. i watched the show, so i wanted to see the ending.. more than that, i liked the show.. i'm man enough to state that.. so there i was, going to see this movie in a sea of NYC women and gay men.. and guys forced to go by their significant others..

the lead up was just as funny as the movie.. i mean, you saw groups of four women (majority white, but it was still a mixed crowd) seeming like they were trying to audition for a role in the movie.. dresses.. crazy outfits.. hair done up.. i was trying to figure out if the movie theater was where they would find one of the 2 L's that the movie spoke about.. if they knew what i knew, they wouldn't be..

then there were the gay dudes.. too qute.. i'm pretty much over my homophobia, so i feel more comfortable speaking about this.. we had to wait in this long line an hour before the movie began.. that wasn't working for me.. my ADD was kicking in.. stand in that long line? for an hour? with gay dudes and Carrie wanna-bes?? shoot, i can get caught!! somebody might see me! (only jokes, i ain't running from nobody but bill collectors).. yea, that scene wasn't working.. i snuck upstairs only to see another long line and the manager.. not a good look.. i played it off and went back downstairs to that long line..

2 Black gay dudes were in the front looking like they knew me.. we caught eyes, i immediately looked sideways and then back to them.. i gave them the head nod, they gave me one back.. i had to do my own lion stance and let them know that i was not the one.. i was searching for women to piss on.. (ok, that's gross and slightly disturbing, so i take that back).. i went back and stood in line.. sigh..

so then they let us upstairs.. no one said the people that work in theaters were geniuses.. so we get up there, only to run out of room.. the escalator was turned off, so ppl were just stuck standing on the escalator, as there was no more room in the lobby.. then the brilliant minimum wage dude tries to separate us into 2 lines that looked more like 6-8 depending on the angle you were standing in.. a mess.. i went to get something to drink..

as i'm down there, i do what i do best.. choose the wrong line to get in.. the people in front of me can't make up their minds, and the worker is the slowest on staff.. my ADD is going crazy.. where are my meds?? then this white chick behind me whispers something in my ear.. i have no clue what she says, so i halfway turn around and acknowledge her, ready to hit her with the "nah, i'm good" line.. she is dressed for the part.. i know she's going to see the movie too.. she says, "i'm sorry, but you have a string hanging off of your hat that i'm going to remove for you"..

what?

i was confused.. trying to figure out why she was staring at the loose string so hard that she wanted to remove it for me.. i smiled and said "thanks".. not sure what trap i was about to fall in, i wanted to be safe than sorry.. i've seen American History X, y'all ain't getting me that easy!! so, she proceeds to remove the string and then show me.. i smiled and said "cool, thanks".. all i was missing was "dude".. i ignored them as i waited another 10 minutes.. when i got my pop, i turned and said "thank you, have a good one".. she smiled..

back upstairs i went, and we were finally let in.. a mad rush to find seats.. i'm like "there are only maybe 30 people in front, why is everyone rushing to get seated in an 1000 seat place?".. but no one else is thinking like that.. so i get my spot, and i proceed to people watch.. i think there were about 589 four-somes.. yeah, my math is off.. chicks together.. what was most disturbing is the mothers that brought there kids.. are y'all crazy?? don't you know what type of movie this is?? SEX and the city.. why do you have infants and 6 year olds with you?? sex was all over the screen.. from scene 1 to 69.. it was there.. i saw it.. some of it i tried not to see..

pause..

movie directors, if you want to turn your movie into soft porn, please find more attractive white women for the job.. i did not need to see 50 year old women getting tapped out.. i still have not recovered from that..

un-pause..

some people do need parenting licenses.. i believe in that now.. y'all don't have no sense, and you definitely don't make any.. kids were crying and covering their eyes.. shoot, i was covering mine!! then i'm having to see Rico Suave onscreen fully naked.. i mean, for the gay dudes, i get it.. now i see why y'all were in there.. y'all must've bootlegged it before, and knew what was coming.. pause.. me? i was thinking that they were not allowed to show penises and grown men asses.. wasn't a good look for me.. then again, i wasn't the intended audience..

but, overall it was a good movie.. a nice ending.. could make and break your relationships, so be careful who you go with!! i don't want to give it away.. just be prepared to experience NYC like most of us never have, see places most of us would dream to see, and feel what it's like to be a 40+ white woman trying to find love and labels in NYC..

it was worth it.. gay dudes and all.. (i still want the rainbow back!!)