I can sum up this week in one word: SoMuchFun! With that said, please see below:
I attended the 56th Annual Grammy Awards! Crazy, right? it was such an amazing weekend. Due to inclement weather in Houston, we were “iced in” and our flight was delayed 4 times. Eventually, we made it to LA at 11PM. We checked into the hotel and went to bed. So we went to the 3rd Annual Grammy Awards Weekend, Meet & Greet at the BET Network’s Corporate Office. The Honorable Joseph Ford, Esq. will provide an intellectually stimulating “State of the Television Industry” Presentation. It was so fascinating being able to network with familiar faces from the BESLA conference as well as new attorneys in the entertainment industry.
Afterwards, we went to stuff our faces at Roscoes Chicken and Waffles on Gower and Sunset. Smothered chicken, waffles, macaroni and cheese, greens, and a glass of wine (because I’m fancy). LOL! It was so delicious. We then went to the hotel to change and went to Venice Beach. We were there for about five minutes when we were approached by this camera crew. Apparently, we ended up on a UK-based show called “Dynamo the Magician.” It was pretty cool. I am going to be famous. HAHA. We continued to walk around and observe the weirdos. We went to a local bar and grabbed some food. We went back to the hotel after a while, got dressed, and went to a club. It was fun. We saw Lil Bow Wow and Jermaine Dupri… They were boring… typical club appearance.
The next day was my big day: The Grammy’s! I needed a few more accessories. I took a trek to Hollywood Blvd by the Chinese Theatre and went into Forever XXI, Zara, and a few other stores to find some cute silver sandals to match my ensemble. I was accosted by the men in the costumes. I remember buying a sandwich for later and tried to give it to a homeless man who was digging in the trash. He would not take it and I got really sad… I felt a bit rejected and baffled. Anywho, I went back to the hotel, did my makeup and my classmate did my hair. As we were driving to the Staples Center, it started to rain. I was nervous because I wanted my pretty little curls to stay up. We waited in line for hours, took a bathroom break, went inside and ended up in the Mastercard VIP area where I took my picture and got a free drink LOL. (GO MASTERCARD). Then, I heard the intro to “Drunk in Love” and it was time. I didn’t get to see the performance because I didn’t make it in my seat in time. However, by the time I sat in my seat, I realized that Jay Z and Beyonce were less than a feet away from me. Jay Z stood there (shorter in height than yours truly) with a goblet of D’Usse in hand. Beyonce stood there clad in a white lace dress, looking as angelic as ever. They moved to their seat, I remained in mine. Next thing I know, Juicy J and Katy Perry pass by me. I started geeking out. Everything just started to happen so fast… Pink flew over my head… her performance was mind blowing. The middle was a blur because I ended up in the 7th row. I saw the freaking Beatles perform!!! Like… I saw the entire event and felt the fire and the from the drums… and the wedding for the LGBT couples happened within inches from my face. I freaking loved the entire experience!!!!!!!!!!!!
After the stresses of midterms, I went to the Dominican Republic on October 16th until the 20th. I was incredibly excited not only to see the island and its inhabitants, but to partake in the Conference with my classmates. One of my classmates won two scholarships. That was amazing because that afforded us an opportunity to spread some shine on our school and got us on the radar for the entertainment and sports lawyers of the future. Everyone was so willing to share their guidance…which is hard not only in my field, but in the black community. I did a lot of networking, met a lot of great people, and engaged in activities that I told myself I’d never do (e.g., zip lining). The food was great!! I ate everything… I didn’t like the mofongo though. Oh, and the local spirits — the mamajuana… delicious! I brought some home with me. The Paradisus Resort was a great All-Inclusive resort that allowed me to eat and drink everything. We went to the Hard Rock Cafe and rocked out to DJ D-Nice on the 1s and 2s. We also went to a club called Jewell… Pretty dope! Over all, I just had a great time. I was able to put my Spanish to work. I bargained my way down because of my 2nd language. Go me!! I can’t wait for Cabo… OH and this trip was definitely motivation to get in shape… I got on the baggage scale at the airport and I weighed a whopping 183 lbs on Sunday… I’m down to 175.6 lbs now (Thursday)… but yeah, it is so necessary to lose these 35.6 lbs by January… yikes… my face looks like a puffer fish.. not. cute. Anywho, here are the pictures:
Au Revoir, Brits!
Friday consisted of shopping (as usual) and preparing for France. I was so sleepy all day. So, by the time I entered the tour bus, I crashed!! I woke up when we arrived in Brighton, United Kingdom, to change buses for the four-day tour in Paris and Versailles. Our bus was filled with Brazilian CHILDREN…like babies, 7-8 years old and their sponsors, mothers, and teachers. We also had teens on there too. With that said, they would not shut up!!! The lights went off and they kept chatting and screaming and doing entirely too much in their native tongue — Portuguese. I tried to tune them out and eventually went back to sleep. I woke up near our final rest stop in Hardivillers, France. So, I took a hoe bath in a the gas station bathroom, changed my clothes, brushed my teeth, and applied my makeup. I did not want France to see me lookin’ a mess. After 30 minutes of freshening up, I went back to the bus and fell asleep again.
When we arrived in Paris, it was RAINING cats and dogs! We didn’t get out of the coach, so we just drove around to all of the sites. Before we arrived at the Louvre, we drove down one of the streets containing the most posh stores in the world. I was thrilled to see a United Colors of Benetton store. I modeled for Benetton a few years ago. I thought it was some low budget brand because I never seen its store in the US. When I modeled professionally, I was shooting for so many brands and companies at one point, everything seemed like a blur. As a freelance model, I never really asked for copies of my published work; I only asked for my portfolio pieces.
Anyways, we circled the Louvre and the tour guide told us the history and the importance of it. The Louvre is a glass pyramid in Paris that is not just a structurally appealing site, but it is an art museum across the Seine River that holds famous works such as Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. I am all museum’d-out for the summer, so we kept it moving onto the Arc de Triomphe, which wasn’t far from the Louvre. Arc de Triomphe is just a symbolic monument for the French Revolutionary. European countries really pride themselves on their past and use these monuments in remembrance of the people that died as well as the people that shaped their history. After learning the history about the Arc de Triomphe, the weather started to clear up and we headed to the Eiffel Tower. It was SO pretty!!! I had an entire impromptu photoshoot in front of the beautiful structure. Since it was so early, we couldn’t ride to the top. So, it was just a picture taking time. The guide then took us to Notre Dame de Paris (“Notre Dame”). Many of you all know of Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame. The creator was inspired by this cathedral that I visited. We got out of the bus and went inside the church. The Notre Dame is Catholic cathedral with interesting sculptures along the insides of the wall and stained glass windows everywhere. After a while, we left because we were soooooo hungry. We split from the tour group and went to a French cafe across from the cathedral. I ordered strawberry crepes, fried eggs and ham, and a cappuccino. It was soooooo good!!! After breakfast, we went walking around to the tourist shops. I couldn’t find anything that I really wanted for myself… so I bought some things for friends and family back home. We walked to the train and took the train back to the area with the Eiffel Tower. So, we found another amazing view of the Eiffel Tower and took more pictures. It was really cool, despite how freakishly hot it became. We were dying of heat exhaustion and was in dire need of wifi. So, we went to La Malaka, a French Cafe, and ate some delicious food. I needed roughage, so I got a Scandinavian salad. It was SUPER yummy. We stayed there for a few hours and went to a liquor store. CW bought some French wine for like 3 euros. We then went back to the Eiffel Tower and looked at the line. The queue was like a 4-5 hour ETA on the wait line in order to go up the Eiffel Tower. Hell no. So, since it approached 7:30PM (the time we needed to meet up with the tour group), we stayed at a cafe by the pier on the Seine. CW got into it with the waiter because he thought she just wanted to sit there without ordering a drink, when in fact she just wanted to look at the menu. Instead of the waiter returning, his manager appeared. The manager was really nice and serviced us accordingly. French people are really rude, so we were pretty much over the poor treatment. However, one waiter approached our table and I befriended him. I don’t know HOW I got him to start teaching me all the curse words in French, but he did it. He even made me practice my new vocabulary on his comrades. His boss came out and started LAUGHING. What a good time… So after drinks ended, we got back on the coach and headed to the hotel. I CRASHED…. I was so tired.
Happiest place on Earth
We got up early and went to Disneyland. It was so much fun. I actually got on four rides. One ride was scary… I was terrified. I screamed. I cried. I prayed. Lawd…. We took pictures with Disney characters. We ate tons of junk food. It was so cool!! A great 9 hours with my classmates. Afterwards, we went home and crashed once again.
Our final day in Paris was a mess. We skipped the Versailles tour and as a result, the tour guide left us and told us to find our own way to the city. We were kind of pissed because we were in the outskirts of Paris. So, me and CW went to a Chinese buffet and ate. The Cantonese food was so delicious and non-greasy. I was very nervous about our predicament. I tried to hide the nerves by striking up a conversation with CW. I learned alot about her. She’s pretty fascinating. I even sent a message to my boyfriend saying, “FYI… We may end up stranded in Paris. The bus left us to go on their day trip and apparently we have to go somewhere to meet them (an hour away). In case I can’t contact you later, just know that once nightfall comes and don’t find the bus, I’m hopping on the plane and headed to London by myself. I already looked up the flight times.” I was NERVOUS. After being fat full, we gathered out things, got directions to the meeting spot, and took the train there. The trains in Paris are scary because you can open them while they are running. It was crazy. Also, the trains are filled with stinky French people. Like…I wanted to pass around deodorant, soap, and water… geez. It was an unnerving smell. Pepe Le Pew!!!! When we arrived at our spot, the sky fell. So much rain… there was traffic, and people, and just a lot going on…we didn’t know where the coach was going to meet us. So, DG and I stood under this propped up ice cream station with an umbrella. I remained there for 10 minutes until the vendor told me to move. I ignored her. She then started pushing me and tapping me. I put a little bass in my voice and told her not to touch me. She repeated her actions and I clenched my fists and yelled louder, “DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME!” She said, “Hey! I’m trying to work!!!” I retorted, “You’ve been working without any interference the past 10 minutes. Leave me alone.” So she miserably tried to remove the umbrella, but was unsuccessful in her efforts. Bitch. DG felt the tension and opted to go shopping. I followed suit and went down this alley in Montmartre. Area lesson! (I just googled Montmartre and according to Wikipedia, “Montmartre is primarily known for the white-domed Basilica of the Sacré Cœur on its summit and as a nightclub district. The other, older, church on the hill is Saint Pierre de Montmartre, which claims to be the location at which theJesuit order of priests was founded. Many artists had studios or worked around the community of Montmartre such as Salvador Dalí, Amedeo Modigliani, Claude Monet, Piet Mondrian, Pablo Picasso and Vincent van Gogh. Montmartre is also the setting for several hit films.”) Interesting. Anyway, I picked up a few shirts and a beret for myself. I walked out and found our coach pull up. However, the other tourists were missing. I started watching Django for the first time. It was great! As I was about 30 minutes into the movie, the others arrived. We pulled off and headed back to London. Halfway through the movie, I took a nap. When I woke up, we were at the UK Border. I spoke to border patrol, got my passport stamped again, and went back onto the bus to finish my movie. We entered the Eurotunnel and remained for 45 minutes. Finally, we headed to Gatwick Airport in order to take the train to the Victoria Station. We got to the airport and the tour guide gave four group train tickets to a guy who didn’t even speak English. Well, CW and DG raised hell and the guy gave the tickets to me. He said all 20 of us would be able to get to Victoria train station using those four tickets. We followed the sign as instructed and got to the entrance. We gave the four tickets to the worker and she let us all through. She pointed us in a particular direction and we went there. She said we were supposed to go to Platform 4, but half of the group didn’t want to go there, including CW and DG. They wanted to take the “express” train. So we all went to the express train. They didn’t ask for tickets. When we exited the train, we approached a ticket station. This big fat African man was so rude and wouldn’t let us through. He said we had the wrong tickets. (we knew that, but we played the dumb American role). So, the more rude he got, the more ruder we became. Eventually, we stopped talking to him and requested his manager. His manager came over and I told her we just came from Paris and we never rode the train before. She was like why do you only have 4 tickets. I told her that’s all we were given. She consulted with the big fat African fucker and he was bitchin’ and pointed out me, CW, and DG as the rude girls and demanded that our entire group pay tickets. We were like no. So, Slouch kept gettin’ loud asking for the bobbies to come through. They were in the corner with their guns. As the bobbies were approaching, the manager asked African fucker if we give him an apology, would he let us through. He said yes. Slouch and Morilton said they weren’t apologizing. I approached him and gave him a heartfelt apology. He said fine and let us through. As soon as we walked through, CW called him an asshole and I called him a bitch and we walked off. I tossed those tickets on the escalator, got on the tube, and got off on my stop. I went to McDonald’s to pick up dinner and went home and crashed. The END!
See pictures our my hectic weekend below:
I woke up early today because DG wanted to go to Madame Tussauds early. When I knocked on her door around 9AM, she said she did not want to go. You know the old saying? One monkey does not stop the show. So, I got dressed and took the tube to the Waterloo train station. Since I was starving and hung over, I stopped by some arcade bar (Namco?) and ate ribs, chips, fried mushrooms, and drank a glass of rose. When I finished, I went to the line where I purchased the ticket (about a month ago) and the woman told me I had to go to another location to visit the exhibit. So, I took the Bakerloo line to Baker St. and waited in line about 15 minutes for Madame Tussauds. I’ve never been to a wax museum before and it was pretty cool. It would have been better if someone was there to take pictures for me. But, several strangers were very nice and helpful. So, look below for pics:
I hate packing!
London to Amsterdam
I can’t believe I haven’t blogged in 11 days!! I was in the hospital for pneumonia-like symptoms (a crazy cough). I’m feeling so much better now.
In addition to the hospital, I’ve been The truth is, I have been having the time of my life. Oh, and before that, I stopped trying to befriend my suite-mates/classmates and made some new friends. I’m on this FB group called Nomad-ness, a group of individuals who travel or backpack the world. A girl, N, made a post about linking up with some people as she was in town for the three-day Verizon Wireless festival. I responded and set up a meeting. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find the restaurant, so I came to her. She was with her friend, D. OMG, these girls were so damn cool!!! D acts JUST like me. N, is toned down, but she’s like hella funny. We took our laughs and conversation to Soho Park and ate lunch, chatted, and participated in some debauchery with the statutes.
After that, they wanted to tour the city, so we walked to Trafalgar Square and took tons of pictures. As we were enjoying the area, this guy, X, approaches us — well, D, and engages her in conversation. He ended up tagging along with us. Let me tell you, X is super cool too!! So Nita and I walked way ahead of D and X and just talked and snuck a couple of pictures of the two as we headed towards Buckingham Palace. Unfortunately, we missed the Queen. So, we just took more pictures. After that, we walked through the nearby park, took pictures of the ducks, laughed some more, and hunted for the toilet. From there we went to the Nelson Mandela statute, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, and finally the London Eye. It was pretty cool… I was tired of being a tour guide, so I let X take the lead. He lead us towards Leicester Square, where we met some cool promoters. Eventually, we did the clubbing thing at Penthouse and Rise. It was so much fun! Shockingly, my classmates were in Penthouse. They were having tons of fun too. It was such a great night…. We left the club at like 3AM and went to eat in China Town. OMG, the food was delish (and I wasn’t drunk either — medication). They walked me to my bus stop and we parted ways.
The next day, I had to go to Lloyds of London! IT. Was. SO. Cool!!! Lloyds is a British insurance and reinsurance market… comparable to Wall Street in NY, but not really. After the tour was over, I linked up with D and N. We ate at Chipotle until X arrived. We walked around the city for a little bit, talking about relationships, sex, and religion. Interesting combo, I might add. The conversation kind of died down when we reached Carluccio’s.
The service at Carluccio’s SUCKS!!! When I asked for a glass of ice to go with my bottled still water, the waitress brings me 2 ice cubes. I asked her if she could fill the glass. She takes my glass and disappears for like 30 minutes. She returned with everyone’s food, but not my glass. She then went behind me and like laid back and chatted up her colleagues as I sat there parched. So, I took a picture. Eventually, she returned to the table another 15 minutes after my initial request and cleared the table after everyone had eaten. I reminded her about my ice and she returns with half a glass of melted ice. I was PISSED. The waitress disappeared and I flagged another waiter down and requested to speak to the manager. I told the manager my plight, but she looked as if I was exaggerating in order to get out of the paying. I showed her the picture and she looked pissed and very embarrassed. She persistently apologized to me and offered to give me any dessert I wanted, any drink I wanted, and pretty much everything else. I ordered a dessert and chamomile tea. She promptly returned with everything and even comped like £30 off of our bill AND gave me a present (I still haven’t even opened it). I thanked her for trying to right the wrong. It appeared that the stupid little waitress got reprimanded because she came back outside where we were sitting and threw a fit at the table next to us as she was clearing the table. HAHA. And that’s exactly what I did… I laughed at ignorant levels because that’s what she gets!!!
Anywho, afterwards, the crew walked me to my dorm and we talked some more and cried because the girls were going back to the States the following day. It was so sadddddddddddd… the last person I met on vacation that was super cool was my best friend, Chicken Nugget! Ugh…. So we all exchanged numbers and I walked them to the bus. We’ve been texting, instagramming, and FBing ever since they left. It’s so cool.
Okay, so since I have to start packing for Amsterdam and Belgium, I’m just going to post pictures: