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Inspiration for Monday Lunch, all-age clubs and Blackberry Molasses.
Hey everyone! Welcome to our first Monday lunch together. I am grateful that you are here. This email will give you an idea of what to expect on the 1st & 3rd Monday of every month.
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This week’s topics!
Ricky Rozay VERZUZ 2 Chainz aka Tit
South Carolina Living, Chapter 1
Vibe of the Week
Rick Ross VZ 2 Chainz
Ok, some of y’all might be thinking, why am I leading with this almost 2-week old battle. Well, let me tell you, THIS is where I got the inspiration for Monday Lunch.
As I was up in my living room, dancing like I was in back in one of these well-known fine Atlanta establishments:
I just took some people BACK!
And I said to myself, I love this shit. I love how RICH I feel right now. I love how these two talented Black men are on my TV just being who they are. Nothing held back. Authentically them. And that is when it hit me.
This is what my newsletter is going to be, authentically me. It’s the place where I can say whatever I want to say and frankly not give a damn. I was trying to place myself into a lane, for what, when I been driving in my own lane my entire life. HELLO!
So after we shut down the club at The W, name of our house, and retired to the after-after, I gained even more clarity, and the next morning, Monday Lunch was born. I designed, created, and announced the entire layout in just a few hours, and shared it on social media. And here we are, having lunch together.
Ok, a few final comments on Rozay vz Tit.
Ross catalog is lit, he could have kept going all night. His music just makes you feel like you worth MILLIONS.
And Tit, his story is real. This man didn’t stop his hustle, EVER. He didn’t really pop until late in his 30’s and now he is prospering and flourishing in his career.
Never give up on yourself. If you trust yourself and your craft, you will make your visions come alive. No one else can do it but you, remember that.
P.S. It took me 2 days to recover from dancing around my house during this 2-hour battle. I def don’t have the hip and back strength I had in my 20s to keep popping it all night. At one point I caught a cramp, and my husband and to tell me to sit down and take a break, lol.
Netflix is Black. You can’t tell me any different. They are checking a lot of the boxes I need for Black TV. Independent films, major motion pictures, and the 90s early 00s nostalgia I need in my life.
I’m just barely dipping my toe into season 1 of Moesha, but it is HITTING differently watching it as a 30-something versus when I was barely 11. I remember thinking “when I get 16, I am going to have parties at my house, go on dates with boys, and hang out at the Den”. Moesha painted an entire picture for what I thought my mid-teens was going to be.
I didn’t really think of it then but now watching it, Mo had a head-on her shoulders. I thought I was her character, but I was definitely more like Kim, looking back at my 15/16-year-old self. Just want to hit the neighborhood parties and be cute for the boys. I would like to claim I had it together like Mo, but that’s a lie!
It was episode 3, right around the 8-minute mark of the show, when her and Hakeem were at The Den. Mo said “Hakeem, why won’t anyone ask me out?”. His response,
You intelligent, you’ve got direction. You’ve got your situation together. Look Mo, you a high maintence sista. A brotha got to step to you with the full package, looks, brains and an ATM card.
His words hit me because that is how I felt in my mid-20’s. I was not even thinking like that when I was 16. Mo was wise beyond her years. And I hope that whenever I have the blessing to pour into a teen of my own, I can drop some of these gems.
Did y’all have teen centers growing up? Do they even make these anymore? Man, when I lived in North Phoenix, we had a teen center that I use to go to after school and on Saturday afternoons. It was the hangout spot. It was never as dope as The Den, but it was something for us to do. Something that kept us out of trouble.
What about all-ages clubs? Did y’all have those? In Phoenix we had so many:
No lie, I’ve been going to the club probably since I was 14/15. Thinking back on it, this was rather creepy. I mean being 14 in the same place as a 20-year-old? But we did it and had SO much fun. I remember The Powerplant was my FAVORITE spot to go to freshman year of high school. My girlfriend’s mom would drive us there and she would sleep in the parking lot while we went inside for like 3-4 hours. This club had teenagers AND 21+ all under one roof. Now they did have us on separate sides, but we still were in the same place, listening to the same DJ. WILD! So damn wild now I reminisce on it.
Impressions was a strip club that converted into a teen club one night a week and you had to have a membership to get in, which meant that your parents knew where you were. They had you get some permission slip signed or something, again, wild! They use to have these foam parties that were out of control. I have stories for days. I’ll save those for another lunch date!
Anyways, getting off-topic here. Moesha really took me down memory lane and I am only 7 episodes into season 1. Oh and this…it’s on-brand. Never give up.
I canNOT believe I opened my own publication. Like, legit I own a media website with actual writers. The feeling is indescribable. Leading up to the launch, I was extremely nervous. Nervous that people might think what I’ve put together wasn’t up to a certain standard. But the moment I woke up at 12:08 am on August 15th and pressed publish on 15+ articles, I felt like the biggest BOSS. Like, I did that shit.
I got together 10+ strangers that collectively share a common interest and want to be apart of something monumental. They came through for me and put their best foot forward to represent themselves, but also my brand, BlackWifeLife™.
Not sure if you tuned into my IG Live I did with 3 three of my writers, (I was mad tipsy btw, my homegirl even called it out in the comments, lol) but I got a really great response from that. So much that a friend of mine reached out wants to do a bi-monthly IG Live series on several wife-related topics. I just love the fact that I am giving Black women, and men, and opportunity to flourish and shine.
If you haven’t, check out TheBlackWifeLife.com. Below are some of the fan-favorite articles. Oh, and one of them is a summer bae-time playlist. Thanks Bee! *wink*
South Carolina Living, Chapter 1
Ok, so the bugs. Like no one told me about the bugs here. The flies just attack you. Like I open the front door and they like “Boom, Hello bish. Why you take so long to open the door and let us in”. They just wait at the door and fly in all disrespectful. I’ve become master fly killer of the house. I can swat me a fly. That flick of the wrist is on POINT, OK!
Our neighborhood is super diverse, it feels good to walk out of our front door and see a Black family to my left and right. Not going to lie, I didn’t think South Carolina would have the “Black people we welcome you” vibe, but I was wrong. We love it here. I think moving here was a great move for my husband and I. I love the Black people out here. I really do. They are something special.
And I love my house. Homeownership has turned me into a different type of woman. I now dress up to hang in my house. I put on a little rouge and lipstick to lounge on the couch. It just makes me feel luxurious.
South Carolina is good to us thus far. I have no complaints. Well besides the bugs and monsoon rains every other day. No let me stop it’s not that bad. Well really, sometimes it is bad, but it’s not bad bad. Just one bad.
My Soror is about to be in the White House. The day Joe announced his running mate, I had some of the best laughs via #BlackTwitter. I wanted to share a few of my faves, celebrating the Pink and the Green! I have no political comments, just sharing some hilarious tweets.
I’m going to have a FRESH fit on going to the polls. And I live in the South with this awesome rich country Black people. We about to be suited and booted!
I’m about to pay my dues, so I can be active to.
Ok, that last one was a little fun shade, but you know that ish was funny. Lighten up.
What y’all think about it? Kamala going to help bring in that Black vote for Joe? I mean it is really up to us to get 45 out of office, so is this a good move?
Vibe of the Week
The vibe of this week is Mista, Blackberry Molasses.
This song is great for the season we are living in. It’s some heartache and pain out here, but we are just going to keep pushing on. The sun don’t rain all the time.
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