Brother Borzou B-Day @ Capitol Skyline Rool Party for , Rooftop Party @ Donovan House & 2009 White Attire Affair

I started the day off EEEAAARRRLLLYYYYY by no choice of my own. You see, here’s the thing… I went to the bed & breakfast spa, I’ve been bragging about and doing for the past 3 weeks, on Friday night. I called the car service to pick me up @ 7:00 AM from my residence to take me the spa, which they did. The plan was to stay overnight and return home at about 11:00 AM. We’ll…that didn’t go as planned. I get a call at 6:45 AM from the spa staff telling me that my car service was out front. I just knew they called the wrong room. They actually were not. It seems that the car service, which I won’t mention because a friend owns it, made a huge mistake. They had my pick up from home and my pick from the spa both for 7:00. Don’t ask because I don’t understand either. Anyway, I get home about 7:30, take a DISCO NAP and wake up to start me day around 12 noon.

Sista Nikki & Brotha Borzou

The first dilemma…what to wear to my first party? My botha Borzou turned 30 and was having the most OVAH pool party celebration @ the Capotal Skyline Hotel. I knew that I wasn’t getting in the pool and I also knew that I was doing several other events that day and didn’t want to go home to change after the party. So I needed to dress for several occasions. I opted for the Martha’s Vineyard/Hamptons look.

Me parlaying next to the pool

After chatting with my boi and Prince of DC, Raymond Lee,

Prince of DC, Raymond Lee

we planned to meet at the Capitol Skyline Pool Party @ 2:30 PM. I walked in to mischief and mayhem and I knew I was gonna have a ball. Borzou and crew greeted me upon entry and I knew I was home. Fabulous libations, delicious food, ovah beats and DC’s MOST BEATIFUL half naked Persian people were the recipe for disaster.

The sista Nikki & I poolside enjoying libations

Borzou: Yo brother, you have a lot of clothes on for a pool party.
Me: I know, I have a few other events to make it to after this and don’t want to go home to change after.


I was SUPPOSE to be at the Donovan House rooftop party at 3:30 PM. O.K, so here’s the thing…cocktails and the sun are not a good combination. Before I knew it, I was out of my clothes walking runway poolside and shaking my ass like I was at the last party of my life. The party was everything and more…like only the Persians can do. The boo boo came to meet me at the party and I knew I wasn’t going ANYWHERE. At about 5:30 the party was finally wrapping up. Now, I can finally make it to my next destination…LOL.

My @ Donovan House Rooftop Party

The boo boo, Raymond and I fleeced to the Donovan House's Rooftop Party and had the most ovah time. This is the thing…the party was winding down and we still enjoyed ourselves immensely. Raymond and I caught up, we all enjoyed the most over libations then it was time to fleece yet again. The next event; Al Sura’s Tenth Annual White Attire Affair (WAA). But first I needed to hit it home for a quick change.

Marcus & I @ The White Attire Affair-2009

So I arrived at Al Sura's 10th Annual White Attire Affair at 9:30 PM, completely missing the VIP reception…Damn!!! I walk to the registration table and was asked by Al Sura’s Diva, “Where have to been, you missed the VIP reception?” “I know”, I said, “I had a few other events to make it to” [welcome to my life].The party was EVERTHING. The WAA is back in full swing. I saw so many of my friends whom I haven’t seen in a while and they all looked FIERCE. The beats and libations (which is 90% of a party) were on point. Then the downfall of the night happened…The Fashion Show. If you were privy to my point of view, which was front row of the main viewing area, then I am sure you would agree; a fucking disaster! The Models: Gorgeous! The Fashions: FABULOUS! The Production/execution: Some of the worse I’ve seen! This say’s a lot because I’m invited to fashion shows that range for middle school to DC/NY/LA Fashion Weeks. I do at least 6-10 fashion shows a month. This production was some of the most mediocre shit I’ve ever seen. I have one question: Who’s responsible? Whoever they are, they never need to produce another fashion show AGAIN. Better yet get out of fashion all together. When I went up to a staff/coordinator and told him the show as moving way to fast, his excuse: We are pressed for time and need to be out here. Excuse the fuck outta me but who told you asses to wait until the last minute to do a show at a party that ends at 1:00 AM? Note: Designers do fashion show to SHOWCASE their work & press/buyers comes to SEE their work. When one of the 2 doesn’t happen, the show is a complete waste of time. [My apologies for going off on a tangent…I just HATE poorly produced fashion shows]. Anyway, the remainder of the party was FABULOUS. I knew I was having a great time when I lost my phone, made an announcement over the microphone for someone to return it if found and never gave it a second thought. After a fabulous on-the-spot interview with the Listen Up Live Radio Show & too many libations I needed an after party.

The hosts and my girls Jay & Simply Nay from the Listen Up Radio Show & I @ The WAA-2009

My boi of 10+ years Terry, who subsequently lended his penthouse to the WAA fashion show for their management hub was having a phenomenal after party that I couldn’t see not attending. I invited some friends down and once the fashion show’s clothing/staff were out of there we commenced to parting like rock stars for the reminder of the night/morning while over looking the the Washington National Stadium.

Upon exit from the party my boo boo called my phone to find that they had it at the front desk…How OVAH, right? With that, I picked up the phone and fleeced home. A fab day was had at all events. See you out in DC’s nightlife.



STAY FABULOUS
-Mr. Fabulous