As is evidenced from this blog’s title, Mary J Blige is: a wordsmith, a poet, a magician of the English language. And in celebration of such talent, we dance… DJ L Boogie Style.
A week after our family affairs round the big baked bird, we gathered in the just-a-touch chilly studio. But when the clock struck 7, that all changed. We got our crunk upon, had fun upon it, in that dancery. DDPP became a human-powered heater and humidifier. Good-bye family drama, good-bye bloody noses (from dry air)… hello thoughts of sexy turkey with a sun tan. Wait – WHAT?
DJ L Boogie offered us up a cournacoupia (next class is free to anyone who can send me a verifiable, correct spelling of that giant horn shaped thing with fruit in it I just tried to phonetically conjure and google the hell out of) of a lovingly-prepared, slow-cooked, gooey goodness. In other words, an aural buffet that we all pigged the f*ck out on. Verdict? Wholly necessary and holy cow delicious. Feast yer ojos on this spread:
Expose? My new favorite old band. They don’t make em like they used to. Thank you DJ L Boogie for your time, talent and planning of this drama-free, fun for the whole family mixterpiece.
And in this, we remind ourselves of more Mary J Blige wisdom we can use in upcoming holiday family affairs: If you got beef, your problem, not mine.