No beef with GAME yet 50 nonetheless

Today the weather cracked 50 in nueva york. Don't know where all y'all are tuned in from, but for right now, in this city, 50 degrees means mad tropical, daughter. Enticed by the conga line in Union Square, the limbo at Houston, and the coconuts at the Hudson River, your regular "news & booze" MC has taken leave. Mr. Nagooyen muttered something about "not being the inattentive penguin again," threw on swim trunks and fins, then waddled down Nostrand.

Whatevah. That means I got the reins for today and will take pleasure in party planning your weekend while you're aboard the SS Via. Since I'm black, female and from the city of Oakland, I think it's best not to incur my wrath. Your plans are as follows:

Saturday Evening...the best and largest slam in NYC, out the mouths of babes. And when i say babes i don't mean yungins, but tenderonis. Check the Urban Word Teen Poetry Slam. Youth Speaks is shadowing Urban Words this year, so ain't no other slam to wait for. Urban Words has it on lock, and should you miss it, well, it would suck to be you. or related to you. or the same height as you.

Sunday...it's raining. You are all to buy snacks on saturday in preparation, then host small VIAwear parties in your homes. Its like a Tupperware party, but less air tight. Should the VIAwear party fall through, the back up plan is family game night. So you, and the roommates, gather round the velveeta and break out the SET cards; it's time to do some seasonal bonding. Doesn't matter if you and Buck have been arguing about who's turn it is to take out the trash. Tell Muffy stop tripping, she can win her man back in a ripping game of Pinochle. Sunday is also Vernal Equinox, and I hear at the stroke of midnight you can balance an egg on its end.

with the ovum and poetry, sounds like a Denny's Grand Slam of a weekend. get to scrambling. ( i know i know, but a play on words gets me everytime)

- chin aka nihc

Guatemala food foto by ix to the lizee