Brony and the Beast

The eve before April Fool's Day I received a text from CG, who wanted to know if I'd like my name and the names of interested friends added to the guestlist at The Park for their April Fool's Party hosted by Lebron James. Not knowing who, if anyone, would attend with me, I sent a mass text. Myself and the Three Musketeers ended up going (late, but of course)! We missed the open bar on the third level and the hors doeuvre platter on the main level, but getting ready and being the BADDEST things in there was well worth it.

We arrive in Chey's whip, valet the car, cut the line, chat with the bouncer who crushes hard on Chey and head on in. We peep the scene and of course with it being The Park, is full of old heads searching for young tail. Each level we scanned until settling for the 2nd floor where we opened the tab and begun to be young, rich and fabulous! Drinks settle in, we all start feeling ourselves a little too hard, as well as the onlookers, and in walks Lebron and his entoruage!

Of course, all the white chicks flock to the VIP section reserved for him and his crew and some of them make the cut to be the Supaheads of the night. My girl, Chey, is in love with Lebron and so we all try to get her on his level to take a picture so we can leave and keep it moving. We're that close where eyes can be met and looks can be read and let me tell you all what this fool's scrub of a friend did. I'm pointing to Chey, doing sign language and all types of moments, asking if she could get one pic with this beastly giant & his friend had the nerve to look the other way. If I had been hood, I would've beat his little ass to a pulp. Not to mention this fool was wearing a hot ass hoodie made from a traditional Mexican rug. And if I was the sidefriend to a rich and famous star as Lebron James, the least I would do is afford myself some Proactiv or BoSkin Relief for my adult acne and razor bumps. (Peep the hot ass mess in photo.)

As for Lebron James, he was hella cool! He and the beast left and the Grey Goose was there for taking because he had a game the next day (that he lost, WHOP WHOP!) and we headed to the nearest Mickey D's for the ritualistic drunken meal! Ahhhh g'times!

Peep Supahead in the back, giddy she get a taste...nasty gutterbutt trollop!

Lions, Tigers & Bears

Dear you,


"I'm not scared of lions, tigers and bears, but I'm scared of loving you....Why do we love love, when love seems to hate us?!" Two of the most resonating lines from Jazmine Sullivan's debut album, Fearless. I have been going through "it" lately with tons of emotions and feelings for you. I had recently told a few of my closest friends that I was ready for love and their advice and personal experiences flowed in. Next thing I know, I'm feeling a jones in the bones for you. I feel like you got me open and Papi does not get down like that.

You know you have it bad when you love the smell of someone's skin, the scent they left on your pillow. BUT....I'm scared!


I'm scared to love you, because I'm afraid you may not love me back.
I'm scared to tell you how I feel, because I'm afraid of your reaction.
I'm scared of secrets, cause I'm afraid you'll tell.
I'm scared of the dark, cause I'm used to the light.

I'm scared to drink because of what I may say or do.

I'm scared to let go cause I'm afraid I'll never see you again.

I'm scared of you cause I'm scared of me.

Thank you Jazmine, you're getting me through some times right now, y'all pray for this human with fears!

Signed,

Sincerely!

P.S. Jazmine was clearly robbed at the Grammy's, the sympathy Grammy to J. Hud for her loss is the L!

Papi's Pick of the Month: January

It goes without saying that the 44th President of These United States of America is my pick for the person of the month. I live in D.C. and wanted to oh so be apart of every breath of Inauguration Week. However, with me working at the Park Hyatt Washington and having the "VIP's" that we had staying in our 215 rooms, I just could not attend each FREE event. With my debonaire style and sense of always getting what I want by any means necessary, I did however manage to get tickets to the Swearing-In Ceremony. No standing up for me, that's for common folks. But I did have to wait a mere 2.5 hours to get into the designated North Purple Gate Area. I was overwhelmed with emotions watching My President get sworn in on January 20th, 2009. To see the man that I actually voted for, that looks like me and is from the crib (Chicago); take the most sacred oath, just brought me to tears. With the trials and tribulations I face in my life on a constant basis, My President Barack Hussein Obama gave me the mindset to persevere and a glimpse of hope. I can do anything I want as long as I have the determination and will to succeed. YES I CAN! So I thank you My President, I admire you My President, I congratulate you My President, I pray for you and your family My President, and I choose you as Papi's Pick for January 2009 My President!

This type of Black Love makes me want to find something this special and as soon as possible. Just....

Yah Bey

Update: Just thought I'd take down the google image picture of Freeport and add my own Paradise Island Beach photo!

PaPiChUlO is currently on vacation in Nassau, Bahamas!
Please leave your name and number and a bried message, after dee flickin' beep...

Papi's Pick of the Month: December

I've been meaning to add this feature to my blog for the longest time now. There are just too many other sexy people occupying this world of God for us not to take notice of them. This feature will not necessarily have a fashion show load full of models. There are people that exude sexiness by not just the physical, but mentally, spiritually and wholeheartedly. There will only be 12 winners a year, one per month, so if you would care to nominate someone, I'll do some digging and see if they are truly worthy of being Papi's Pick!

And the winner for the month of December is...(drums rolling)....

LIYA KEBEDE

Not only is Liya Kebede THE premiere high-end fashion model of the world, appearing on one of the renown covers of the All-Black Italian "Vogue", she inspired me to place her as Papi's Pick with the work she is doing all over the world with the Liya Kebede Foundation. The mission of the Liya Kebede Foundation is to reduce maternal newborn and child mortality and to improve the health and well being of mothers and children around the world. Plus, I first fell in love with her through the years as I fingered through the fashion section of Essence Magazine (shout out to The Queen!), where Liya's face was omnipresent in every issue from shows ranging from Alexander McQueen to Jil Sander to my fave, Burberry. Ethiopian born Liya is a mother of two, has been married since 2000, a former Victoria's Secret model and the 11th highest paid model in the world. She can now be elated to say that she is Papi's Pick for December 2008!

Anytime You Need A Friend

The economy is at its worst, but I refuse to let that deter me from continuing this fabulous lifestyle I am trying so very hard to maintain. Yes, I could afford to go home for Thanksgiving break, but who wants to drop $300.00 to go to TENNESSEE...(WHOP! WHOP!) Instead, I opted for the $40 roundtrip ticket for the NYC-DC Chinatown Express bus. I, along with the DuckStar, headed to the Big Apple and let me tell you, I would have rather spent $300 for a plane ticket to Tennessee! It normally takes about 4.5 hours to get from DC to NYC, but with the horrendous holiday traffic, it took us a whopping 6.7 hours, not to mention the two men sitting in front and in back of me. The Asian man in front of me deicided to play ping pong with my knees (sidenote to the bus company: we tall sexy people need more leg room on a bus just like on the airplanes) and 'el gringo' behind me had THE worst smoker's cough/cold/flu known to man and he chose to hack up his visceral organs on the back of my neck.

So after all that trauma and drama, the DuckStar and I head to (I refuse to say the name of this restaurant as to not give them any business, I hope they shut down, handwriting in a 22% tip my ass) in order to meet up with the BFF and his co-workers. Apparently, I am a big hit because everyone was already aware of my greatness, I just hope that I was able to live up to their expectations.


So after the very good authentic Hispanic food and the 'mucho caro' tequila shots, it was time to bar crawl and catch up on old times. The night started off at a 10 and ended at a 10. From the time we ate dinner to the time we crawled out of the cab in front of my hotel on 42nd and Park Ave.; we ended up consuming a minimum of 10 shots, 4 beers, and 3 cocktails a piece (I am 100% positive I am missing some refreshments in this count), we danced, threw up, smoked clove after clove, were harassed by donut carrying bums, saw a fat black pussy cat, attended a small concert, made out with randoms, drank at a drinking hole, spent too much damn money, had a NYC photo shoot, cried about past relationships, toasted to new ones, had a mini strip show/Victoria's Secret Fashion show and even met the talented, John Mayer. All this, after dinner and before the 5am drunk meal to the nearest corner vendor for a gyro like meal that consisted of almost meat.

The rest of the trip was just as exciting and filled with joyous memories, but are to be shared only with the people who made them my reality. So to my DuckStar & her hilarious family, my Miss Pappo, Elisha, the other co-worker & wife, Car-Car & Mamma Car-Car, Channel & Co., Regg, J-man, Paris, Tivon, that evil bitch from the last bar that one night, and the Indian dude who farted in the same bar that same night, THANK YOU for making me truly able to give thanks this Thanksgiving for people like each and every one of you. This NYC trip was the best by far!

And to the BFF, the brother from another mother, the Ace Boon Coon, it is glad to have you back in this life of mine, you make it that much better, GOOFY GOOBERS FOR LIFE!

Pass Go & Collect $200

So this past week was definitely a big week in music televison. Everybody and their momma released a video for some song that they was trying to reach #1 with. Two of these numerous videos caught my eye, one being Britney Spear's, Womanizer. I mean, this time last year this girl was fat as a pig, drugged up off of someone's chemicals, bald, lonely, without her children, and plenty of foes!

But look at her now!
A true testament that the storm don't last always! She's skinny as all hell, voice still broke, but the song is HOT, catchy, and the visual aid of the video makes it even hotter! Brit has cashed in her "get out of jail free" card, passed go, and collected her $200.

If Britney can get over her life hurdles, then I know I can too! So I will be patient, let God work this mess out, walk in His footsteps and this time next year, who knows where I'll be!

And now, for you viewing pleasure!



And I promised myself when I created this blog that I would NOT turn it into a montage of Mariah Carey and Beyonce elements, but the Queen Bey released the videos for her dual singles, and Single Ladies had me and my co-worker, Osmin, dripping at the mouth. Me playing it 25 times back to back didn't aid that situation either. It's so hot, Ashley S. already knows 98% of the choreography!