A DAY IN "THE LIFE OF RILEY"

As you all know, Atlanta is a home away from home for me. I went to college there (Morehouse). I lived there for a few years after college - working at WSB and WAGA-TV (FOX 5). And it's still the place I come back to for holidays as my sister (and now nephew) live there. And with Dad and my brother a few hours away in Savannah (our home), Atlanta has become my hub. So, when I was asked to moderate a panel sponsored by the National Association of Black Journalists and Lion's Gate Films to promote Tyler Perry's upcoming film "Daddy's Little Girls" (http://www.daddyslittlegirlsmovie.com), I jumped at the chance. Also, my Anthony, who is - for now - still Denver-based - and I decided this could be our time to come together as we are committed to do monthly.

As thorns in the side go, the "event" was canceled a week and change before we were to arrive. Anthony and I decided to do the trip anyway. And I am so glad we did. We arrived on Thursday evening at about the same time. We first checked into our Sheraton Colony Square(www.starwoodhotels.com), which is right in the heart of midtown across from the Woodruff Arts Center where the High and the Alliance Theater are housed. (I have lots of memories there, including the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra and Chorus with which the Morehouse College Glee Club performed every year). (www.woodruffcenter.org/)I)I looked forward to sharing some of that with Anthony. We hit the ground running for a meal at a soul food tappas spot in midtown Atlanta called RARE. It's interior was warm and inviting. Filled with lots of BEDS on which you can lounge or more traditional dining room areas that were dimly lit, our first impressions of RARE were quite favorable. Then, we ordered. The food was generally good, but the "oxymoron" that is SOUL FOOD & TAPPAS (small plates) made for some interesting presentations like the "deviled eggs". We got three halves (featuring different toppings: shrimp, bacon, and regular). Well, where was the fourth half?????? Would it have been considered a BIG PLATE had they included a fourth half?????? What did they do with it, we wondered??? Though we enjoyed the shrimp and grits dish (which has inspired Anthony to put cream cheese in his grits from now on), we wondered as they served "chicken and waffles" as a quarter of a belgian waffle plus two wing/drumsticks, Would it have hurt to include another "quarter" of the belgian wafffle???? We made the best of it by paying our $100 bill (drinks were pricey too) and segue-ing to "Wendy's" and "Krystal" for something that was going to fill us up. From there, we met up with my friend Mashaun (and his friends) at Broadway Diner (just next to the Fox Theater on Peachtree Street). They had just left the Fox, seeing The Alvin Ailey Dance Company. After sitting with Mashaun and a couple of his church members from VISION Church (www.operationrebirth.com/affirmingchurches.html), which they tell us is a "gay affirming" church, Anthony and I  went to the OPENING NIGHT of: Cartoon Network's Design at Play The High Design & Low-Brow Humor exhibit (http://www.museumofdesign.org), which runs through May 19. At this point, however, our focus was the after party at Halo, which featured a set by DJ Dylan. Then, we hit the classic "kids" spot for any night in Atlanta, "Bulldogs", also on Peachtree. A few drinks and some good tunes later, we turned in to get rejuvenated for our next day. (http://members.aol.com/bulldognco/index.htm)

Friday, we got up to have a lovely lunch with dear friend Kelly Welborn who is in marketing at the High Museum (http://www.high.org/) and a woman she wanted Anthony and me to meet, Val Porter, who is the Business Development Director at Brand Atlanta (www.BrandAtlanta.com). Kelly thought there might be some synergy and though we were there for "pleasure" at this point, Anthony and I are always open to "take a meeting" and - in this case - a lunch at "South City Kitchen", where I continued my jones for all things GRITS. I don't get them often. I replaced the rice that my "jambalaya" was to be served with and substituted GRITS for them. DELICIOUS! Also TASTY? Our conversation. We brainstormed about the "new" Atlanta and how much it's changed since I lived there in the mid-'90s. But also, how Atlanta seems to be hungry for a RENAISSANCE of sorts around culture, a movement that should attract all demographics and bring what can sometimes be a segregated Atlanta together as one in the name of art, culture, music, and the many other healing energies that come out of expression. Kelly, too, made sure that Anthony and I were going to be entertained for the rest of the weekend. So, we got tickets to see the Louvre exhibit at THE HIGH as well as tickets to see Dawnn Lewis (of "A Different World" fame) in "Sister Act: The Musical", which is playing at the Alliance Theater. (www.alliancetheatre.org/). You recall, she has a non-speaking part in "DREAMGIRLS" as James Thunder Early's wife (Eddie Murphy). Well, we took my nephew Noot (I call him) and his Spelman sister Rachel and had a great time. We started at SHOUT (http://www.heretoserverestaurants.com/) where Anthony walked them through SUSHI 101. They had never had it. (I only began to eat it after I met him). With chopsticks in tow, they did very well and enjoyed it. From there, we walked over to the musical which we all enjoyed. If it follows the trajectory of "The Color Purple" which got its try-out at the Alliance in Atlanta (back in 2003), it might be coming to Broadway (but will need some tweaking along the way). The NUNS stole the show. They matched the whimsy of the film's nuns to perfection. Afterwards, we went to TROIS for late night supper. (http://www.opentable.com/rest_profile.aspx?rid=6610). Though pricey, I think we all enjoyed our seafood and fixin's. My sister joined us after she completed her night's plans to say HI. But the kids and our night didn't end there. We took them to Cafe Intermezzo for dessert and coffee (cocktails for those who were legal). (www.cafeintermezzo.com). I was able to give my nephew his MTV LAGUNA BEACH sweat shirt which finally came. And Anthony had a great gift for him too. It was a rare pic of BEYONCE performing "Ring The Alarm". BRILLIANT NIGHT all around!

On Saturday morning, Anthony and I got up to meet my sister and her husband Vincent, who had yet to meet Anthony. One of my "Amazing Graces" Chandra had yet to meet Anthony as well. And given she has roots in Denver, I really wanted them to meet. "Thumbs Up" (www.thumbsupdiner.com) was the location.  Fortunately, in addition to an awesome southern breakfast (Yes! I had grits!), everyone got along. Chandra loved Anthony. Anthony loved Chandra. Vincent seemed to like Anthony. Anthony says he liked Vincent. And inside of all the authentic, loving, and vulnerable conversations around "gay relationships" and people being in "the closet", my sister managed to stay in the conversation without having to regurgitate her food. Though much of the conversation centered around levity and fun, some of the content was serious. And somehow, we all were able to stay with the LOVE.

Afterwards, Chandra, Anthony, and I had a post-breakfast cocktail at Cafe Tu Tu Tango, where I had a chance twelve or so years ago, to attend its opening. (www.cafetututango.com/atlanta/) We had frozen drinks, which loosened us up to experience THE KING PAPERS at the Atlanta History Center. (www.morehouse.edu/events/kingpapers/index.html). My alma mater is now the host of a 10,000 piece collection of handwritten notes and unpublished sermons of Martin Luther King Jr., Morehouse '48. The deal was spearheaded by Atlanta Mayor Shirley Franklin who raised $32 million to purchase the collection, so it would reside permanently in the city where King was born and the Civil rights Movement was anchored. More specifically, the papers will be owned by Morehouse, where they will be made available for research, public access, and exhibits. My friend Mashaun and my friend/author/ man of all trades (and master at many) Gil Robertson joined us along with one of his clients Dr. Rani Whitfield, who is one of the top African American physicians and health advocates in the South. He has been using hip hop in an innovative way to introduce young people on how to maintain good health. (www.h2doc.com). So, our time with the papers and networking up and through the exhibit made for good vibrations in line with Dr. King's legacy.

After taking some down time at Chandra's place in Decatur, she, Anthony, and I met some friends at Atlantic Station's Mexican Restaurant "Rosa Mexicano" (www.rosamexicano.com). Anthony wanted me to meet a friend of his, Janene, who is a law student at Emory.  She introduced us to her boyfriend. I wanted him to meet my college friend Audrey and close Atlanta friends Carla and Cristal. And Chandra wanted us to meet her boyfriend Carlos. So, it was a night of meetings and first impressions. But after their specialty margaritas kicked in, it was ALL LOVE! We had a great time. So great, we opted to do an encore post-set at Buckhead's "Cafe Intermezzo" (www.cafeintermezzo.com).

Sunday was "easy" as we did a second day at "Thumbs Up" for breakfast (More "Grits", but with catfish this time!.  Chandra was hosting (on this day).  (www.thumbsupdiner.com) We reflected on our Saturday night and got our final good-bye in to her. Then, we went to the High Museum to enjoy the exhibits there before briefly meeting up with my friend Chris (who I shared "Dreamgirls" #11 with over Christmas) at The Georgian Terrace (across from the Fox). (www.thegeorgianterrace.com) I introduced him to Anthony, we caught up, had a quick drink before we had to head on to the airport and pat ourselves on the back --- one more time --- for staying in our commitment to see each other monthly. We too are now looking forward to our WHAT'S NEXT?, which is pointing east... to New York City! It's a new chapter and the page is about to turn... STAY TUNED!  

On the heels of my return to New York City from Chicago, I hit the ground running (as my last entry reflects). The rest of my week in New York was pretty eventful in personal and intimate ways. My Morehouse brother Khalid and I hung out for the first part of the week. After meeting at his uncle George Faison's home, we reconnected the following day. He called to tell me he was really enjoying "A Day In The Life of Riley: Pop Culture & Possibilities" and he asked if I wanted to help him finish the delicious brunch fare from the day prior. Ever the comprehensive reader, he was ready with my favorites - from cranberry and Tanquery to only the best champagne. We bonded off of our respective Morehouse years (We're both going back in May for reunions. His five year. My 15 year.). We talked about some show-business synergy that could perhaps show up for us both down the line. We had a bit of a listening party with Miss Ross' latest "I Love You" and I shared a few Diana DVDs with him, including her 1981 special featuring Michael Jackson.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6hBN39Xijc

The next day, Khalid joined my friend Dante and me for karaoke. This time, Dante took me to Karoke One 7 (www.karaoke17.com). It's on 17th Street just on the threshold of the Grammercy Park/Flatiron Districts in Manhattan. As always, Dante and I have a great time and this is what inspired my Anthony to recommend we do Karaoke for my birthday back in November. At this new location with Khalid in for the fun, we again had a great time. Khalid -- all of 26 years old -- went for old school from the '60s and '70s i.e. Marvin Gaye's "Ain't That Peculiar"; anything from Gamble and Huff's Philadelphia Sound; etc. He's old school. Dante ventured into '80s & '90s R&B with vigor - like Boyz to Men's "End of the Road" and some Patti LaBelle ("I'm In Love Again"). And of course, I was all over the map with my favorites from "Dreamgirls" along with Maxwell's "This Woman's Work", a select my Anthony chose for me during my birthday extravaganza. It went over so well, it's in my repertoire now. SMILE! After closing our karaoke spot down, we had lovely and sometimes racy diner chat... and called it a night.

Wednesday allowed Khalid to join me at Ginger to shout out my personal shopper and stylist extraordinaire Jamar, who headquarters his talents out of my favorite boutique N, which sets in Harlem on 116th Street. Our healthy asian treasure chest Ginger was the location and lots of love was flowing up and through the place for him. (I thought I was his only client. SMILE!). But that parenthetical is a testament to how effective Jamar is at making every client feel like they are his only, if only in that moment. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMAR! (pictured with me below... at his BDAY set).

In all of those hangings, I never got a picture of Khalid. But I did have my camera. Maybe next time, which came just after my Atlanta trip, though I didn't take any pictures at that time either. Khalid and I went to "The Style Salon", which is an event my friend Joy Doss puts on every year alongside Fashion Week, which is going on right now. (I was invited to Baby Phat, but  was in Atlanta, which I'll write about in another entry). Joy is always so kind to include me in her projects. Last September, she invited me to be a presenter at the "2nd Annual African American Literary Awards" in Harlem. The award recognize, honors, and celebrates African American's contributions to the genre and entertainment at large. "Inside Edition" correspondent April Woodard was a presenter at that event and a host of this event. I shout her out because she has agreed to participate in a roundtable that I'm producing for the National Association of Black Journalists' convention in Las Vegas this year (www.nabj.org). It will feature all of our top African American personalities and broadcasters from the main entertainment shows out there i.e. ET, EXTRA, "ACCESS HOLLYWOOD", "THE INSIDER", and "INSIDE EDITION". Should be good. Meanwhile, Dani from "America's Next Top Model" and actress (formerly of "As The World Turns") Napiera Groves were also posing and pouting in the fashion show, featuring the designs of cutting-edge couturiers Jedda Kahn, Mira Kelis, and Zonkiri. Afterwards, Khalid and I enjoyed a great meal at "Serafina", an Italian restaurant that is connected to Anthony's and my favorite hotel "Dream". (themajesticny.com). After some great caesar salad, pasta and baby shrimp, champagne, espresso, and hot, focaccio bread, we segued to the penthouse level of "Dream" to enjoy "Ava Lounge" where we met a lovely woman who hails from "Jersey". Not the one over the George Washington Bridge bordering Manhattan, but the island of "Jersey" that sits on the English Channel between the U-K and France (closer to France actually). And according to her, it's those folks who came over to America and landed on the land that they named "New" Jersey. It was all "New" to me, reinforcing how little I know about the history of the state in which I live. But what a great connection as she joined Khalid and me for drinks and cultural connection. That's why I LOVE NEW YORK!

And right now, since I'm in Chicago, I'm missing New York and all the fun that comes with Fashion Week. One event, in particular, I really wanted to attend tonight. It's the launch of UNeQ magazine to which I've had the honor of contributing. You recall, I interviewed director/writer/producer J. Maurice Jamal (www.dirtylaundry.com) back in December for a magazine called "Rockstar". Well, the publishers have changed its name to "UNeQ" and that is the issue in which my interview is featured. It was a lot of fun to do and should read as enjoyably. (www.UNeQmagazine.com) And as for the magazine's transition, they feel it better represents the broader spectrum of the urban gay market and its tremendous impact in the world as a whole. I'm proud to be a part of it and working on another piece for the next issue of UNeQ. http://thelifeofriley.squarespace.com/rilys-blog/2006/12/29/the-12-days-of-life-of-riley-at-christmas.html STAY TUNED...: Meanwhile, NEW YORK CITY... I'll be clicking my heels three times to get back to that energy that keeps me stimulated and inspired to continue to do what I do and be who I be.  

With my feet firmly planted on the ground, my "Amazing Grace" Nichole asked me if I would attend church with her on Sunday morning. Reluctantly, I agreed. Not that I don't enjoy church, but it wasn't my church she was asking me to go to. It was her church, which she joined a few months ago, but had forgotten the name. (Another story for another day. SMILE!). But more than that, this was my first morning in a long time when I could sleep late. Inside that 'selfish thought', I got grounded in the reality that "God" has been so good to me, why shouldn't I get on up and be it differently this time. I stand firmly inside a one-on-one conversation that I'm always having with my God, but I thought maybe I should embrace the fellowship brand of spirituality: the church.

Nichole and I met, acknowledging that the name of "her church" is Corinthian Baptist on 116th and Adam Clayton Powell. We were too late to sit on the ground level. Instead, we were escorted up to the balcony of the theater-style church. Perhaps from this vantage point, we were closer to God? Though an aerial view of the guest preacher, the loud, punitive tones from his sermon reminded me why sometimes I prefer to shape my own 'conversation with God' in my head. I come from as much 'brim and firestone' as the next black person, but sometimes these preachers can be so "preachy" that the message gets lost in the judgment, the shame, and the finger-pointing. Still, in defense of his almost- lost-me sermon, he did take a moment to speak about HIV/AIDS awareness and how important it is to be compassionate about this plight in the community and - like Jesus - to be all that we can be towards helping those in need and coming up with solutions.

$20 later (offering), Nichole and I walked out of church hand-in-hand, heading towards "Native" for some coffee and mimosas. My platonic boo Carl Nelson (not to be confused with my Chicago Carl) came to join us before taking us to the home of George Faison, Tony-award winning choreographer for "The Wiz", a first for a black in that category. I've met Mr. Faison many times over the years. We have people in common, including Carl. In fact, I referenced Mr. Faison in a previous "A Day in the Life of Riley" entry where I mentioned seeing him at one of my "!2 Days of Dreamgirls" screenings at the Ziegfeld Theater: ("WAKE UP.... AND DREAM" ). It was there he mentioned I should come by the "Firehouse" where he teaches dance and workshops productions alongside hosting fabulous parties. I've yet to atttend one, but their reputation precedes them. (I also thought I saw a George Faison cameo in "Dreamgirls" - the Cadillac Car scene - I and referenced that. He insists it was not him). Oh well...

But what I know for sure is he and his partner T were such gracious hosts to a brunch that I won't soon forget. As we set foot into Mr. Faison's beautiful home on the upper westside, we were greeted with the brownstone of life: six stories of lovely art (Romare Bearden, etc.); books; and antique furniture. Though pleasant on the eye, it was lived in, warm, and approachable - providing my imagination with images of the many places Mr. Faison has been in his life of traveling as a performer and choreographer. There were hints of his recent trip to South Africa (in pictures and pieces). There were touches of celebrity in the framed pictures - from Miles Davis to Ashford & Simpson. There was the aroma of the south (He's from D.C., which is the South - below the mason dixon line. SMILE!). This, as a delicious ham, macaroni & cheese, apple pie, and many other delicacies were brought up to the parlor for our consumption. Also, George's cousin Khalid was in the mix and being a gracious co-host, refilling mimosas and champagne flutes; engaging each of us in good conversation; and offering an eye contact that assured each of us that our stories were being heard. Before days end, we'd find out we have something in common (ten years removed): Morehouse. "You can always tell a Morehouse Man...." Not really, but there is a breeding there that translates - through the years and beyond the many differences that of course exist from those of us who attended the school. Another great small world!

And then, there were Mr. Faison's special guests (other than us): THE ANGELS, a group of 50-something and older women who travel somewhere different every year. This year, New York City was their destination. And they came from as far as Tulsa, Oklahoma and Montgomery, Alabama to participate. They are girlfriends of girlfriends of girlfriends (expanding every year) - started through just one lady. One of the older ladies in the group used to sing with jazz great Lionel Hampton and his band before she got married, teaching in Chicago. Then, after fifteen years, she moved to Winter Park, Florida with her husband who needed to be somewhere warm. Now, she's in Tulsa. But yesterday, at 80-something, she was sporting a red, skin-tight, leather two-piece and heels. Cute, right? One woman is shopping her debut novel as another woman uncovered that Mr. Faison was already the owner of six copies of her latest work on Mary Mcleod Bethune. On and on, these women shared their stories and experiences and adventures. And so did we. They are as amused at our stories as we were their stories. It was the best kind of sharing - vulnerable, invigorating, and real!

Our host, Mr. Faison shared that he is a part of a unique production that BET is currently airing called "One Night Only". This inspiring reality docu-soap follows eight high school kids and their drama teacher from New Orleans' McDonogh 35, as they race to mount the "Dreamgirls" play.
Within the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina, the series profiles eight enterprising students -- Josh, Chrishira, Deri'Andra, Brandon, Tracci, Michael, Jasmine and Keith -- who join their families and peers in rebuilding their homes, school, and community while also trying to enjoy their teenage years. The half-hour, six episode series takes on dramatic twists and turns as these New Orleans students try to keep pace with the demands of preparing themselves for a successful "Dreamgirls" performance, while balancing academics, social activities and their lives in the aftermath of Hurricane
Katrina. PROVOCATIVE! And given my jones for all things "DREAMGIRLS", it is now on my TIVO's season's pass!!!!

We didn't want brunch, which bled into the dinner hour, to end. At a point, my Nichole says to me: "Only in New York City can you have a Sunday like this one...???". To that, I said "...AMEN".

You folks remember my history with "the stories". If not, be reminded by clicking on this entry: HAL IS GONE (AND SO IS LIFE AS WE ONCE KNEW)

Now, Darlene Conley, known as the  feisty fashion mogul Sally Spectra on "The Bold and the Beautiful," has died of stomach cancer. She was 72. Starting out as a villain December 1988 and nemesis to the Forrester Creations which her company Spectra Fashions could always be counted on to 'knock off' - giving 'the look for less' (and more profits for her). Over the years, however, she segued in and out of protaganism to be a damsel, a sexpot, a comedienne, a matriarch to a whole clan set apart from the Forresters. And eventually, those segments came to be intertwined. 

My memory of Darlene Conley (that stems from my childhood memories of my mother sharing her jones for the CBS Soaps with my siblings and me) comes from another CBS Soap: "The Young & The Restless". In the late '70s, she played Rose DeVille, the leader of a prostitution ring from which the young character Nikki Reed was her most profitable call girl (now billionaire wife of Victor Newman, Nikki Newman). But there was also a young call girl named Nina, who would go on to marry Jill's late son Phillip (who we are now hearing may not be her son after all, but that's another "story" for another day). I didn't get exactly what the business was and how it all went down, given I was not even ten years old. But Darlene's portrayal of Rose scared me. But somehow, watching it with my mom made it okay and made that one less nightmare for me to have (as there were a slew of other things I was watching without parental guidance that kept me awake at night).

REST IN PEACE, SALLY!

REST IN PEACE, DARLENE!

REST IN PEACE, MOM!

I have been in Chicago since January 3rd and since I was scheduled to be here until the end of the month, I came into the Windy City committed to 'CALL JOY FORTH' as much as possible. Being away from home (NYC/NJ) and my boo (in Denver), I could feel the blues coming on. This time, however, I didn't give them the chance to settle in with the ABUNDANCE of LOVE and HOSPITALITY that has always been available to me, but in my quick trips here, I've not always taken the time to benefit from them. This time, I was clear that I needed a little help from my friends... to get through. Kinda' like the lyric in Effie's breakthrough song from "Dreamgirls" "I AM CHANGING": "... I'm trying to find a way to understand. But I need you. I need you. I need a hand...; I need a friend to help me start all over again...". And my cup continues to runneth over on this trip - starting and continuing with my good friend Carl (not to be confused with my 'platonic boo' from New York City Carl Nelson). This Carl, who I call "My Chicago Carl" manages the Jessi Dean hair boutique in Chicago. He and the owner/stylist extraordinaire Jessi have become good friends since we all hung out at GLAMOURAMA last Fall 2006 when Beyonce performed and presented her latest "House of Dereon" gear. Since that time, we all - a time or two - have hung out and enjoyed each other's company. On this leg, Carl has been nothing short of a MIRACLE - picking me up to take me to great dinners at places like "Bella", a Gold Coast lounge and restaurant that boasts sophisticated atmposphere with upscale comfort food like crab cakes and luxe burgers that you can wash down with unique martini concoctions. www.bellalounge.com/ Carl and my other dear friend, Itika ("Ti-Ti"),  who too has shown up as one of my main Chicago connections, took me here and we had a really good time that set the tone for my time here. We shared vulnerably about the loves in our lives and who we were going to choose to be to keep our respective loves alive. And with cocktails and good food, there's nothing better than great conversation.

In addition to dining out a lot, Carl also took me to 'da club', my first time venturing out to see how the 'kids' in Chicago party. We went to "The Generator" on one night and danced to the best that r&b & pop have had to offer in the last twenty years. It was chockful of sexy gay men and a few gay women and a sprinkling of others. "Don't ask... and I won't tell!". SMILE! Prior to this evening, Carl and I had spent a long day of errands. He took me to the Westside of Chicago ("Half Time" Barber) to get my haircut by his friend Joseph. That - for the record - was the best haircut I've ever had. "Pooney" - Joseph's nickname - was so thorough and attentive to my bald cut. It would seem simple enough to the naked eye, but my hair grows in many directions and tress-by-tress, he made sure that I was clean --- hair and face. It took so many years off of me, the young Korean lady who later that day would do my mani-and-pedi wondered if I was a model. Then, she asked if I was in fashion as my style was so unique. Then, CLUTCH THE PEARLS, she asked my age. Before I could answer, she guessed "26? 27...?". I thought how sweet as my hair and face were - because of my 'cut from the hood' - smooth as a 'baby's bum'. But I had to surprise her with the news that I am 36. She could not believe it. Of course, I was on top of the world after that exchange (given I was recently NOT carded for a cocktail while my friend Ern, who is older than me, as was my boyfriend Anthony, who legitimately is in his '20s). Now, suddenly, with the right amount of zen and Pooney's touch, all was right with the world again and my "black" was no longer "whack" and refusing to "crack". On this night, I was considering seeing "DREAMGIRLS" with Carl, his mom, and his aunt... but the show I could do with them was sold out. Instead, they went to a later show and I had dinner plans elsewhere (Maggione). Afterwards, however, Carl came to pick me up to go to "The Generator". Carl was so great as I was tired by the time 'club time' came, but he agreed to come and get me before I got too tired. As soon as I got in his car, he told me he had something to lift my energy. He pushed the play button on his  vehicle's CD to reveal the sound of my favorite Diana tune "The Boss". Of course, I was immediately lifted up and taken higher. It - and other Ross tunes from the greatest hits package he was playing - carried me to the North side of town on Lake Shore Drive where he lives. When we went into his place so he could quickly shower and change for our night out, he generously opened a bottle of Moet (Nectar Imperial) for me to hydrate on. 3/4 of the bottle and 30 minutes later, Carl was transformed and ready for our night at 'da club'. During this window of time, he had Miss Janet Jackson's "20 Y.O." ("So Excited" and "With U") piping through the elegant space with beautiful art and a gorgeous, cylindrical staircase that leads up to the bedroom. 

Then, on the following night, Carl and I went to see a 'drag show' at a spot on the ---- watch your back ---- South side. The spot: "TASTE". The drink of the night (since Kir Royale's were not in stock): White Zinfandel. The highlight: The three drag queens who performed Beyonce's "Listen" from "DREAMGIRLS" after I wondered act after act how much more of the bump-and-grind ilk of tune we were going to have to listen to before someone payed homage to what I consider the hottest ticket and soundtrack in town,  "DREAMGIRLS". I could have used some variety from that score, but received with open arms (and a few of my own high-pitched yelps) the redundant playback of the character Deena's breakthrough song. On this night, Carl took me to a wonderful hot dog stand where I got the 'pork chop' sandwich of life. It was just what the doctor ordered.

One night, I gave Carl and Itika a break and hung out with my friend Steve. He, another friend of his, and I met at Vongs Thai Kitchen (www.vongsthaikitchen.com) and got the chance to catch up. Steve is a Pulitzer-prize nominated journalist who I know from the National Association of Black Journalists. It's always great to catch up with him and break bread. Another of my hang-out buddies when I'm here in Chicago is my best friend from Morehouse Eddie. He and I have been close since our days in college and continue to share a bond that sometimes holds closer than even our own blood brothers. For the many years, I've been coming to Chicago, he's been the only person with whom I'd have social time. Of late, he's been very busy with work, marriage, fraternity, alumni chapter, and a number of other community commitments. To that end, I don't see him as much. Still, when we can, we hit the town and have great dinners and sharings. One thing we've done in the past is our 'Listening Experience', where we come together annually with other friends to share our love of music based on categories and criteria that he and fellow Morehouse brother Daryl design. On the evenings, each person brings their selects based on the four-to-five criteria; we eat and pop open lots of bottles of wine; and we introduce and play music all  night long. In the course of this sharing, we all learn not only what our music tastes are, but we - on some level - learn more about the soul and spirit of who we are. It's an AWESOME fellowship. So much so, when we get together with folks from the group, it's like a family reunion. So when Eddie told me that one of our hangs on this leg of my Chicago trip was going to be with "Listening Experience" member Nyasha, I knew it was going to be a good time. Eddie wanted us to go see "Dreamgirls" because he hadn't. Nor had Nyasha. Of course, it was poised to be the "13TH SCREENING" for me, but I was down. Too, he wanted to share it with me. So, we did and it was as blissful the 13th time as it had been the first twelve. Afterwards, Eddie, Nyasha, and I went to "Sushi Samba" (www.sushisamba.com ))for light bites and mojitos. As always when we have a rare moment with Nyasha, it is an authentic, loving,  and heartfelt time... with lots of laughs, tears, and MUSIC!!!!

Eddie would also be in the mix for an unprecedented weekend (this past) when my "Amazing Grace" Nichole came to Chicago from New York to help keep my home-sickness at bay. She and I are very close and hadn't had the chance to see each other since a couple of weeks before Christmas, given our respective travels to family in other places, work, etc. She made the decision to come and see me. In that, all my 'friends' here in Chicago - including my Carl, Itika, Jakki ("Ki-Ki"), and Eddie - were excited to meet her. We had a lovely WELCOME TO CHICAGO meal at "Rumba" ( www.rumba351.com  ), a Latin fusion cuisine experience with a LIVE Latin jazz band to boot. Carl came to this meal to meet Nichole and they would become fast friends. After dinner, we had a "slumber party" in my bed at my corporate apartment, catching up on everything under the sun. We both slept well on this night - knowing we were back together and sufficiently updated on each other's lives. The next morning, Nichole and I had a lovely one-on-one breakfast at "Wishbone"(www.wishbonechicago.com/), some of the best cheese grits, salmon cakes, and coffee you can eat in Chi-town. We even had a "Mr. Funky" after our breakfast (a little liquid lunch to spice up the afternoon). That drink, served in a wine glass, consisted of champagne, Peach schnapps, and cranberry juice. Nice! Afterwards, we walked over to "Jessi Dean" to see Miss Jessi and the gang. Also, we were there to meet Carl as to repeat our now-weekly ritual of haircuts/manis/pedis (Nichole was down for joining our ritual). While at "Jessi Dean", Nichole got a touch-up to her down-the-back locks a la Jessi. And I entertained the "tress troops" with a special "listening party" featuring selections from my DIANA's new cd "I Love You" (Manhattan-EMI). I'm happy to report that the ladies LOVED hearing new DIANA. They were really getting into the music and my enthusiasm for it. I think I just sold 25 copies of the CD as all in attendance said they were not only going out on Tuesday, January 16th (release date) to buy a copy, but that they wanted to make sure mothers, fathers, husbands, and children alike were in on the great new collection of classic and contemporary love songs, according to MISS ROSS. All of that left me with a SMILE on my face! 

On Saturday night, we met my friend Keith and his wife Button at an Italian restaurant in Wicker Park. Keith asked if I would join he and Miss Button for their inaugural screening of "DREAMGIRLS". My friend Jakki told him I was hooked on the film and that they should go with me because it will enhance their enjoyment of it. Now, looking to the 14th screening of it ahead of me, I felt this healthy obsession was turning into a chore. But the chance to hang out with Keith and Button, his sister Keisha, who he has long wanted me to meet, her friend Darnell, and my posse Nichole and Carl meant that "DREAMGIRLS" NUMBER 14 was going to be a 'funky-James-Thunder-Early" good time!!!! And no surprise! It was.  Keith was gracious in paying for dinner and the tickets. I insisted on sweetening his palm for being so generous!!! Since we saw a late night movie, we were pretty much ready to call it a night, but not before taking a picture in front of the "DREAMGIRLS" sign and singing our favorite songs from the soundtrack. Keith has a great voice. And so do I. SMILE! 

Sunday was a busy day for us. Carl picked us up for brunch. His dear friend Bionce Foxx, on-air personality for WGCI/107.5 FM (#1 for hip hop and R&B) joined us. Also Johnny Wright, hairstylist extraordinaire hooked up with us.  We went back to WISHBONE because Nichole loved it so much and the recommended spot  THE BONGO ROOM was closed. With this new roster of characters, we began a day of laughter that would not give. Bionce and Johnny were two of the warmest and kindest spirits to compliment Carl's, Nichole's, and my weekend chemistry. So, it was on!!! Itika ("Ti-Ti") called for us to join her at her friend Tiffany Nicole's loft which houses THE GARMEN ROOM: A MODERN APPROACH TO VINTAGE (www.thegarmentroom.com ). Here, we combed through racks and racks of vintage couture - from GUCCI to YVES ST. LAURENT. This young lady, TIFFANY, proved she has an "eye" for clothes. (I'm certain fashionista Tracee Ellis Ross and her mom would eat this collection of drag up!!!!!). She also has a hospitable essence as she served wine and special cocktails as we shopped. My Nichole ended up buying a couple of "steals" - one vintage dress that fit her like butter... for $20. And I wanted to make sure that my "classic" Amazing Grace Nichole and my "new" Amazing Grace Itika fit like hand and glove as well. And THANK GOD! They did. You know how those divas can be sometimes with their BIG WILLIEs!!!! SMILE! NOT TOO MUCH, but fortunately, there was enough of me to go around and enough of them to enjoy each other. Even MY JAKKI who wasn't able to spend as much time with NICHOLE loved her and vice versa. That too made me happy!

The evening's plans would bring all the energies which have supported my time here in Chicago TOGETHER, which means that it was either going to be a DREAM or a NIGHTMARE. Fortunately, it was very much a DREAM! We all met at J. Alexander's (www.jalexanders.com/) and enjoyed its HOUSTON's-like menu. But most importantly, my EDDIE got to meet my NICHOLE for the first time (after all these years of them knowing each other's significance to me). My new BFF CARL got to meet EDDIE and it turns out they went to the same high school (around the same time): A. WHITNEY YOUNG. Our new Chicago buddies Johnny Wright and Bionce Foxx were in the mix along with my local "Amazing Graces" Jakki and Itika. We had the BEST TIME...  After we closed J. ALEXANDER's down, we all did a three-party-hop from a jazz set at "SONO-TECH" to a mixer on North Lincoln to "Sippin' Sundays", a networking event where we danced until those house lights came up. A little late night breakfast skillet at TEMPO would cap off an awesome day and a great weekend. NICHOLE and I had a light lunch today at GRAND LUX (www.grandluxcafe.com) overlooking Michigan Avenue. We reflected and corroborated how healing and helpful this weekend of connection was for us both and how thankful we are to have each other to lean on. From there, I put her in a cab that would lead her through the snow flurries to the airport. Hopefully she won't be too delayed because it's coming down out there.

Already, I've gotten word that I may have an assignment in Los Angeles this week. I'm game as maybe it will lead me to some warmer temperatures and allow me to catch up with some of my West Coast folks. Meanwhile, Itika is planning to come over to the corporate apartment tonight (Chili in hand...) to watch the Golden Globes with me. GO JENNIFER HUDSON! GO!!!!!!