Calling it a Night...

 Last week was my girlfriend Kenya's birthday, she wanted to do something fun yet simple, so I stopped on Dekalb Avenue at a cute little winery "Thirst" and purchased a bottle of Rose. My next stopped was Juniors Bakery on Flatbush Avenue for a Strawberry Short Cake. I arrived home in time to eat dinner, take a shower and iron my clothes. I decided to wear a pair of high waisted over sized wide leg pants by "KLS", a black bustier, and 4 inch studded peak toe pumps by BABY PHAT yes BABY PHAT trust they are not your average, the shoes are mean. When Kenya arrived we sipped on the champagne and laughed about our college days in reference to where we are today. This was said to be a throw your hands up and let your hair down kind of a night, so instead of driving we took a taxi. Outside of Sway Lounge we were greeted by a group of fellas whom of which needed female escorts to get into the Lounge. As our two girls Jemi and  Saachi arrived we kindly escorted the gents in and went on our way. We found a cozy little booth, ordered our drinks and we let the party begin. We danced to tones played by our favorite DJ The Fresh Prince who made us feel like every song was dedicated to us. The night was slowly approaching it ends, when some naughty patron pulled a show stopper as I went to grab my sweater, they grabbed my purse, leaving me and my friends to search frantically. But to avail, I must admit that the managers at Sway were not helpful AT ALL. I felt like I had just donated my most valuable possessions to charity, some lost soul is walking around swinging my Marc Jacobs bag, talking on my cell phone, showing my ID to get into clubs, and taking pics of the city on the digital camera that was also in the bag...

NOT COOL, NOT COOL...

Leah Janell: In My Shoe's