True Urban Legends

so you know it’s been a dream since i saw Slam and found out that saul won the nite on this stage? and it was nice, so intimate, kinda reminded me of bowery, but only because i had been there first. it was so small that i got a shoutout “come on miss canada, come closer…” and the folks on the mic rocked it, namely miz jaha nainzabu and of course, the man i went to see, mister taalam acey. dangit. shoot.

then, lovely ayana came to meet me (that’s two times in less than a month in two different cities, makes up for the two years before that that we didn’t see eachother) she came to get me in the thunderstorm (jaha did that) and took me to kim’s on st.mark’s st. and out for my first arepa at Caracas (93 1/2 E7th-www.caracasarepabar.com) damn, that food tasted so good, i had the chorizo. we went up to Union so that i could get something to cover up my tank toppedness because i knew the subway would be freezing.

this morning, we slept in then went for columbian chicken on the corner (i heart queens!) you know your trip isn’t complete until you have some plantains and a manzano soda. yummmm. now i’m gearing up for the Brooklyn! though i’m torn between Wild Style and going to the Urbanworld Vibe Film Festival. so many things, so little time!

so i’m a bit behind in the updation station, but wednesday was amazing! windy, but amazing. my interview went smashing, my first in-person in a long time…long time. it’s the hawtness, man. hawt. just wait for it.

and mr. oil’s publicist, one tall drink of water, Alyse, was so kind as to meet me to take the ferry over (yes, i finally took the staten island ferry) then bring me back on an impromptu walking tour through soho, tribecca, the village…for a $2 falafel, and to her spot in harlem, then back through the offices of Hip Hop Weekly, and around the corner to M1-5’s weekly video spinning party, why everytime i’m here NYC’s doing some nutty stuff with videos? cats were spinning videos like records. lots of celebs in that house, but i was chillin’, laying low, just noticing the glitter on folks’ legs and making jokes with one C-Murder, jokes, my boy “C”-cil…hahaha. it was DJ Scratch’s bday so it was extra special, cats were just cramming cards and cds into my hands, and i think i made it on a video, though i was wearing clothes, so i’m not worried then we went to a diner because i was trying to make folks stay up with me until 6am to go home, but the lovely doctor just drove me home instead, to queens, on “his way home” from brooklyn. all kinds of sweet.

bigup to all involved, we made a nice ragtag crew if i do say so myself.

homegirl, i guess that’s why, you named your company “on the fly”.

if you need to get ANYWHERE in new york city (and any of the other cities listed) just go here:

 www.hopstop.com

so much more helpful than Chris the transit bi-atch in vancouv. i’m sayin’.

just make sure you plan your trip home ahead of time too, cuz that’s where i’ve been slacking, then getting lost and grumpy on the way home. poo.