So the commercial shoot went great yesterday. We shot at the new Eatonville Restaurant...Fab spot. My co star/model and friend Duane Gross and I served for blood. After what seems like 100 takes, several voice overs & staging shoots we were finally finished. Mayor Fenty is having a press conference on Thursday to launch the D.C Department of Health's Ask for The Test Campaign. You guys should start seeing the commercial in heavy rotation the later part of next week on all of the major tv networks. The damdest and most unexpected thing happened at the end of the shoot... The creative director walked up and gave Duane and me a check. Does this make me a professional actor now?
After the shoot Duane and I made plans to go out for a celebratory libation and to catch up on each other’s lives. We've known one another for 10+ years but haven't actually sat and had drinks/conversation for at least 3. With that, we headed to ole faithful (The Fireplace). After a drink for him and several for me, my responsible friend Duane had to fleece to the gym for his workout, leaving by my lonesome. What's a guy to do? Why, have more libations of course. Some friends come to meet me to celebrate my shoot and we all planned to hit Flow Tuesdays @ Midtown. After a few more cocktails we hit it.
After the shoot Duane and I made plans to go out for a celebratory libation and to catch up on each other’s lives. We've known one another for 10+ years but haven't actually sat and had drinks/conversation for at least 3. With that, we headed to ole faithful (The Fireplace). After a drink for him and several for me, my responsible friend Duane had to fleece to the gym for his workout, leaving by my lonesome. What's a guy to do? Why, have more libations of course. Some friends come to meet me to celebrate my shoot and we all planned to hit Flow Tuesdays @ Midtown. After a few more cocktails we hit it.
We walked in to an electric sexy party. Something must have been in the air last night. My group brought no less than 10 bottles including several bottle of Rosè. Ordering 3 bottles at a time we gave new meaning to “poppin bottles in da club”. After getting loose off the goose and more champagne than I care to remember, it was time to hit the dance floor. We shook our asses like there was no tomorrow; literally. After a scuffle or fight near the bathroom it was time for us to fleece. My boi, Lance, was throwing me a killer after party and away we went.
My boi L-Boogie steps back to take a gander on what he created while MC PJ Star rocks the mic
When everyone arrived and I thought....Lance did it again. As always the party had an ultra-chic, chilled and sexy vibe. After MORE Goose and several more bottles of champagne I needed to get some rest for my photo shoot later that afternoon. I hit the sheets around 5am.
A couple of notes about last night:
· To all my hatters: 1) I love you guys. You continually let me know that I am doing something right. 2) I also don't give two shits in hell whether you like me or not. I don't know you and don't want to get to know you. Stay out of my fucking aura. I actually prefer you not like me; I have too many friends as it is. As a matter of fact, I have too many people who think they're my friend..I'm NOT accepting applications. 3) Just because I've grown in the ultra FABULOUS individual I am today, please don't take it for weakness. Yes, I've come a very long way from knocking heads but trust me; I can revert. 4) If you don't like me or my crew stay the hell out of our aura. There should be no reason that every time you're in my face.
· Fighting is so NOT FABULOUS, especially in a grown & sexy entertainment venue. I understand that you have to take it there sometime but if it can be avoided, AVOID IT!!! Leave that shit at the Go Go.
See you guys out in D.C.'s nightlife.
STAY FABULOUS!!!
-Mr. Fabulous
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