Confusion 101: The "Day Party"

So, one of my favorite people these couple of years is Samantha, aka, Cinnamon Sugar.  She has trained me well in texting, as she is not hearing my whole "My smartphone is not connected to my left breast" spiel. It is almost required that we text daily.

Some of ya'll chickens gonna learn to stop trying to keep up with LadyLee.

Until that time, we will text. Text, text and more text.

Anyway Sam sent a text message earlier this year.

I don't know what I was doing at the time, but I barely glanced at it.

But I thought it was an ad for a strip club. A moment later I was thinking...  "She stripping now?? OH NO!!"

I thought this chicken was stripping at the strip club and sending out advertisements. LOL

I actually read the post a little closer. I text her my thoughts, and she thought it was funny. I am a bit slow some times.

A DJ! Some liquor! And some pictures.

I wonder if the photos were like the ones we took back in the nineties. You remember the ones in the club, where you and your friends were posed all up in front of an airbrushed picture of the skyline of your city.

And everybody was drunk as hell.

Those were the days!

But we had parties at NIGHT. What is this DAY party craziness?

A DAY party is a kid's birthday party. At the Chuckie Cheese. With pizza. And cake and candles. And those big animals singing.

I don't understand all this "Day Party" business.

Sam and Southern Black Gal tried to explain it to me a few years ago when we had all hooked in Serenity's hometown of Charlotte.

"We're going to a day party!"

"A what?" I hollered.

They were going to a day party. After breakfast.

O_o.

"It's a party in the day time, LadyLee. With a DJ and music and drinks."

"Like a party at the club, but during the day? Ya'll kidding, right?"

They were not. I could tell by their straight faces. I was laughing. And they were not. They were serious. And they had that look in their eye: they were ready to get their drank on.

I still wasn't buying the whole Day Party idea.

So when Sam text the flyer above, I still had questions about this Day Party thing.  I asked some folks at work.

Most had never heard of it. But we are all old. So I had to talk to one of the youngsters.

We have a student who's a Que Dog, and I asked him about it. He said he'd heard of them.

"We have day parties," he said. "It's like a cookout."

"Well why don't you call it a cookout, then?" I shot back.

He said nothing. He is polite when it comes to his elders. He just walked off.

One of my coworkers has a public relations business on the side, so I asked her.

"Z, do you know what a day party is?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, like I was asking if the sky was blue.

"That's some craziness. Who has a party like they in the club during the day?"

"Day parties are nice," she said, her hands making elegant movements in the air. "It's nicer than parties at night. You can actually see who you're talking to. They are nice."

"What do you mean by you can see who you are talking to? Every club I've ever been in has no windows. So it's dark all the time.I don't care if it's daytime."

"No," she said.  "Sometimes day parties are on rooftops. The sun is shining, and you can see who you're dealing with."

Z knows what she is talking about. There are pictures up in her cubicle, pictures of her with various local celebrities. And they're all smiling brightly like they are about to shoot a toothpaste commercial...

At a day party.

And that made some semblance of sense to me. You can see what's going on up on the rooftops.

I mean, with the sun shining and all. You can see.

So, Sam, never mind me snickering about the day party. I'm glad you had yours and I wish I could've come since you had the open bar and the DJ.

*ladylee sliding up to bar*

"Uh, yeah... can I have a spinach-apple-cranberry juice? And don't you dare put liquor in that. Only a couple of ice cubes. Thank you. Oh, do you have some blackberries back there?"

*LadyLee taps DJ on shoulder*

"Can ya'll play some Earth Wind and Fire up in here instead of this Chief Keef , Niki Minaj, and Lil' Wayne?? Good grief!! I don't wanna hear all that noise! Play some real music. Shoot!  At least play some Gap Band or Pointer Sisters! Turn this mess off, and-"

*ladylee being escorted expediently from day party*

HAHA!

Well, I learn something new every day. I haven't been to a day party yet, and I don't plan on going to one anytime soon.

I like ol' Sam. Ya'll should like her too. She does all my "pre-reading", i.e., she reads and approves all my food-for-thought posts before I post them. So you have her to thank for that.

She calls herself my "Stalker Stan".  Hmm.  At first I thought, that's not good. But it has turned out to be very good. She is one of my favorite chickens these days. And I treat her like I treat my sister Kentucky. (This gets dicey and could be either good or bad. You will have to ask her about that).

Hey girl, I'm still mad at you for napping on my couch last summer when there was a perfectly good bedroom upstairs that I cleaned up just for your visit. I had to be all quiet while cleaning up. Next time I won't be so nice!

Humph!!

And the next time you're down here, have one of your special... Day Parties.

I promise not to request fresh vegetable juice from the bar.

Just ask the DJ to play a Kool and the Gang song... Or some SOS band.



Or some Yarbrough and Peoples

Don't you stop it ...dont' you stop.. stop the MUSIC!!



(I always do the hard wop to that song. You better move out the way and give me space. If not, you will get knocked over).

How bout you do that for your Friendly Neighborhood Oldgirl LadyLee :)

(Why don't I just have my own Day Party... At night. LOL)