so i'm at work friday, working the national black MBA, which is interesting in its ways. my friend calls me to talk about her ripped pants so i go to the gift shop to chat about that, when who walks in? ronnie from new edition!
excuse me... new edition was the first concert i ever went to, at the age of 5, for my birthday, at the hartford civic center. ronnie is my second favorite, behind ricky. my aunt stacey was in love with them and therefore so was i.
so i had a nut attack. i was cheesing and gushing and wilding out. i asked to shake his hand because that's all i'm allowed to do as an employee, but then an equally goofy woman walked in and asked for a picture. while she was getting her battery situation correct i jumped at the opportunity. i GOT A PICTURE WITH RONNIE DEVOE! are you effin kidding?
and i met his wife. shamari or something like that, from blaque. she looked cute and she was a little drunk but it was all good. the only reason i know they were married is cuz she paid credit. and she had this stupid ring on. diamonds for months. she has small hands so it wasnt garish, but it sure was shiny.
rumor has it they went to the bar at the hotel and got drunk(er) and she flashed a waiter and made comments about her nipples. lol. lawd.
more coming soon about another best friend and the worst display of womanhood i've ever seen.
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