Showing posts with label Bougie Cocktail Moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bougie Cocktail Moment. Show all posts

Friday, May 11, 2012

When animals attack (Bougie edition)

As you may know, I've had my adventures with "critters" round here. (For those who missed it read here and here.) My struggle continues...

For some reason last week, BougieMom got it into her head to sweep up all the various dead leaves and insects in the garage and dump the charming combination into a box in a corner of the garage. I pointed out that since we live next to an open field in Texas, that was an invitation for "varmints" to come on in. She just laughed at me.

Fast forward to yesterday. BougieMom is off in North Carolina visiting BougieOlderBro and I have the house to myself. I decided to run up to the store at about 2:00pm. I swung open the garage door and heard a squawk, a flapping of wings and then saw some flavor of bird dive bombing me. Eeek! I slammed the door shut. Then I thought, okay really Michele? What's the worst a bird can do?

I opened the door slowly and the bird was perched atop Mom's BMW all gangstery looking at me like "who gon' check me, boo" - beady eyes all malevolent and what not. So I opened the garage thinking that the bird would have sense enough to fly away to freedom. No. He (She, who knows?) flew up to perch on some wires tacked to the ceiling of the garage.

What to do? I didn't want to leave the bird in there, looking around the creature had liberally "shared his offerings" all over the damn place. So I grabbed a broom and began swinging towards the bird on the assumption that this would prompt the thing to sense danger and flee. Hells no. The bird was clearly laughing at me and did not move an inch. So now I've taken a batter's stance and I'm about to swing for the fences when he started flying towards me. Of course I was shrieking and swinging the broom and ducking at the same time causing me to stumble into the side of my car and bang my knee.

Plus my body decided to remind me that I had surgery less than three weeks ago and all this jumping, swinging, spinning nonsense was not on the agenda yet. I got angry. And the bird finally figured out I was not playing and flew towards the back of the garage. Mr. Bird was trying to build some sort of elaborate setup in the box o' garage crapola BougieMom had stashed back there. I kicked the box in the street and swung at the bird one last time who finally flew across the yard to perch on the mailbox. 

I hustled to back the car out and close the garage before it could swoop back in. Why when I was pulling back in an hour later was I scanning the sky waiting for that damn bird to come back? What can I say... I like nature from a distance. 

Thoughts, comments, sympathies?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The more things change...

I have so many questions about this picture. Why am I sitting in the fireplace like Cinderella? Why am I leaned up against logs like they are super comfortable? What am I reading? WHAT AM I WEARING? Le Sigh.
You can handle birthdays a few ways - you can be shell shocked at where all the time went, you can be melancholy about time lost, you can be giddy that you're still here, or you can ignore the whole thing. I tend to be a little mood swingy about it. But this year, I'm just happy to be be here.

I did stop and think what's different, what's changed and what's stayed the same over the years. Here's what I've come with...
1) I used to be quiet and self-contained. Now I'm reserved until I'm comfortable and then I speak my mind.
2) I used to be a book worm. I still am. 
3) I used to be shy. Yeah, that ship set sail a while ago.
4) I've been an optimist then a pessimist than an optimist again. I'm firmly in the between of those now.
5) I used to be very sweet, seriously - I was a sweetheart. Now? I have my moments.
6) I used to be gullible and a shade naive. Surprisingly, I still find that I'm shocked and awed at folks' shenanigans.
7) I've never really been insecure but I've had different levels of security on different categories of my life. I worry a little less about the exterior more about the interior. I don't stress over who likes  me and who doesn't. I don't worry about my career, it always works out in the end as it was meant to be. Same thing with relationships.
8) I used to be a romantic. God help me, I still am. 
9) I wanted to be a writer. Then a lawyer, then a CEO and now? A writer. At last.
10) My priorities were God and family first, s/o and friends seconds, then career and ambition, a whole bunch of other stuff and then me. These are pretty much the same though I've moved me into 2nd place..
BougieLand, what's changed about you from childhood to adulthood? What's stayed the same? Do share...

Saturday, October 22, 2011

BnB Meet-n-Greets

Coming soon to a city near you. You don't have to wait for me to gather with the BougieLand faithful. Pick a spot with cocktails, round up one or two and enjoy! Send pics and highlights and we'll post! For details on the upcoming events in Houston and DMV, I've added a link (BnB Meet 'n Greet) to the sidebar. The link is also here.

If you have an event, let me know and I'll put it on the page. Have a Bougie Cocktail Moment but remember... let's be careful out there.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Where is BougieFam?

We're partying. BougieOlderBro turns 50 this week. (50!!!) We've been partying since Saturday afternoon and we're not done yet. We have Cowboys tickets tomorrow night. Here's hoping they don't ruin the party. Let's not discuss my blood alcohol level right now. Life is for the celebrating. I'll be back. Stay tuned. 

Talk amongst yourselves.

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Healthy breasts rock. Pause for the cause...

I posted this last year but it still rings true so...
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I have intimate knowledge of this disease, it's no joke. BougieMom is a two-time breast cancer survivor for over fifteen years. Early detection, aggressive cutting-edge treatment and diligent follow-up aided in her recovery and survival. Basically, she kicked cancer's ass and said, "NOW who wants some?!" We send up multiple prayers for her continued good health.

If you are able, please donate directly to the Susan G. Komen Foundation or the Pink Ribbon store (icon on the right sidebar). Close to 200,000 women a year are diagnosed with breast cancer. That is one out of every eight women in this country!

Take a moment this month to raise your glass up not only for survivors like my brilliant mother but also for the unfortunate 40,000 women a year who die from this insidious disease. Raise 'em up for the Cure, ya'll.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

There’s free and then there’s FREE – Some thoughts on Independence Day

We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. ~Declaration of Independence

On this day in 1776, our marauding, slave-owning, pontificating forefathers (most of whom had been booted out of other countries) declared this here land they stole from brown folks a country. Happy Birthday, America! We is free… aren't we?

I'm sorry to bring down the BBQ high but I have to wonder... In a country where as of June 20 an average of 842,000 people a week are homeless, 6.8 million people are considered long-term (27 weeks or more) unemployed, 45.7 million people are uninsured and Rush Limbaugh is still on the air… just how free are we?

I mean we've been given inalienable rights and then a whole constitution with a Bill of Rights and twenty-seven (27!) amendments. But it occurs to me that there is a difference between having rights and being allowed to exercise those rights.

How can you pursue happiness without a job? How can you preserve life without healthcare? And perhaps there's such a thing as too much damn liberty if we can't find a way to get the Limbaughs, Becks and Palins to go sit down somewhere. Ugh.

Alright, I didn't want to go all the way in. We're trying to celebrate. And let's face it, raggedy as our collective history may be… America still kinda rocks. The belief that your life can turn on a dime, that you can achieve anything given a brain and opportunity, that we're all in this together (even when we don't like each other), that no matter how bad things get we are determined to find a way to win… all of that is essentially American at its core. Football, apple pie, meat over hot coals and our contribution to cuisine around the world: The Potato Chip. Amen.

I recently invested twelve hours of my life to watch The History Channel's documentary "America: The Story of Us" – I really enjoyed it. For once, no one whitewashed American history (pun intended) and just served it straight… the good, the bad and the ugly. But it was fascinating and far better than any history class I sat through in school. If you get the chance, check it out. Here's a preview:


While you're out there celebrating the greatness of our nation, think a good thought for those without the means, the place or the health to truly enjoy this Fourth of July. Send up a prayer with the fireworks and be safe today.

Friday, July 02, 2010

Let’s sip a Peach-Mint Iced Tea – It’s BougieMom’s Birthday

Seventy-eight years old and still going strong. Wit still as rapier-sharp as ever, side-eye honed to laser intensity, Bible-quoting and bougenificent. Today we celebrate the birth of Nellie Mae, also known as BougieMom. Here's a woman who clawed her way out of the hood (and I mean hood) of Baltimore with grit, determination and brainpower.

BougieMom is old school, she believes a lady should have a string of pearls, a butter knife and money of her own. I don't know what the deal is about the butter knife but she is adamant that it is the true sign of a well-bred lady to possess one. I have two, just to be safe. J

BougieMom is a light weight drinker. My Dad used to tell a story about taking her to Birdland in New York City where there was a two drink per person minimum. He ended up drinking 3 ½ of the drinks. That was the last time he took her to a place with drink minimums. She does however like her flavored teas. So lift up a cool glass and send a shout out her way.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Friday, June 25, 2010

Oops. Happy Anniversary BougieLand!

So much drama went down on the blog this week, I blew right past the one-year blogiversary. June 23rd was the official date. So let's pause for the cause and raise up a BougieCocktail.

Woo-hoo!! Wasn't sure we'd make it. Some of you all have been with me from the very, very beginning (Shout out to BougieSis, JaymeC, My Girl "C", ASmith86 and TiffanyinHouston for being my first "regular" commenters), some of ya'll are brand new but I'm grateful for each and every one of you. Well, 99.87% of you totally rock. :-)

Some stats: 440 posts. 552 subscribers, 231 Google followers, 418 Facebook fans, 778 followers on Twitter, 33 BougieTales. 28 BougieCocktail Moments, 13 Ask a Bougie Chicks, 12 Guest posts, 1 Movie Week, 1 Music Week, 2 Relationship Weeks, 2 Pookies, 1 Ray-Ray, a Romey-Rome, 2 lifetime BougieBans, over 5000 Bougie Thoughts (comments), a Blog Talk Radio Show and one writer/blogger/bougie chick who is having a blast. I've met the bestest folks and look forward to whatever year two brings.

We've talked politics, pop culture, fashion, dating, literature, and cocktails... to name a few categories. And yet, there is so much more bouge yet to be shared. BougieTales yet to be told. BougieCocktails yet to be lifted. Just wanted to let you know you are appreciated. Stick around...

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Two fingers of Crown for Father’s Day

It's a tough day in BougieHousehold. I was (and still am) a daddy's girl. Doctor Bougie passed away in 2000 and Father's Day has been bittersweet ever since. Instead of going into a whole tribute (which could take weeks), I'll just say that as much as I adore my Mom, there was nothing like the unconditional love of my father. He was unequivocally my champion. He truly felt that we were the brightest bestest kids in the world and expected us to act accordingly. None of us lack for self-esteem, none of lack for brains, none of us lack for personality. That's genetics mixed with motivation and constant validation.

Frank was born on the edge of a sugar cane field in Georgetown, Guyana, South America. (Literally, we saw the shack) He was the youngest of fourteen. His father was a ship's captain who sailed over to Barbados, met a beautiful woman and married her. She became the cook for the King. Against all (unbelievable) odds, my father was the one that got out. He came over to America on a tiny ship, worked in the Tootsie Roll factory to save up money until he was accepted into Morgan State University on a tennis scholarship. He pledged Alpha Phi Alpha and was quite the player on campus. He and his friend from the homeland were known as the Guyanese Thieves because they stole so many hearts. The one woman who was about business and not paying him any mind was a serious accounting major who was pledging Alpha Kappa Alpha. This is how BougieMom and BougieDad met.

So there they were, a charismatic and ambitious man from Guyana with the easy smile and seriously studious Baltimore native with a sly wit and tinkling laugh. What they had in common? A deep respect for the purposes of education, an urgent desire to live better than their parents and conventional ethics. Somehow his West Indian sensibilities and her Southern code of values meshed. Unless they didn't. One day during their courtship, he decided that they were too much of a couple and he told Nellie he needed some space. She disappeared. If she saw him coming, she went the other way. It got to the point where he literally had to chase her down. They married two years later. He was brilliant to choose her.

They had four kids; I was the third of four, the youngest daughter. I was born three days after his birthday and he used to say that I was the best present he ever got. We were similar spirits. I have his stubborn streak and his ability to put strangers at ease in his presence. My older brother got his sense of humor, my older sister got the driving ambition, and my younger brother got the ability to turn a chicken-shiggity situation into chicken salad. But he gave all of us the belief that there's no such thing as falling down and staying down. He gave us the tools, the education and the confidence to take whatever life throws at us and keep it pushing.

He loved my Mom, he loved being a doctor, he loved being a father and wow did he love being a grandfather. He was strict as hell as a father, no man I ever dated was good enough, he wanted A's with bonus points and thought C's were for the lazy. The older I get the more of is stuff I seem to pick up. The cooking, the baking, the grilling, the cultivating roses, wanting fresh veggies, the love of Duke Ellington and the big band classics.. is it a matter of time before I'm swigging back two fingers of Crown Royal?

I feel blessed to have had him as a father. Happy Father's Day to all the current and future daddies out there. Respect to the good ones, it's a legacy absolutely irreplaceable. Lift them up and enjoy the day.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

It's Juneteenth ya'll...

Yeah, I'm late. I decided to commemorate all my emancipated liberties and whatnot by sitting on my hindparts reading a book and sipping tea. Thank you President Lincoln, appreciate ya! 

For those that don't know: Juneteenth is the oldest nationally celebrated commemoration of the ending of slavery in the United States. From its Galveston, Texas origin in 1865, the observance of June 19th as the African American Emancipation Day has spread across the United States and beyond.

Since it's Saturday as well, here's a little video shout out. See what you think of this guy, Canton Jones, he's a contemporary gospel artist and his song Hello Sunshine talks about that feeling after you've come through the storm... kinda like Juneteenth. (see what I did there?) Enjoy...

So raise up your summer cocktail of choice and reflect on the fact that you are most likely not picking cotton, chained to a fence post or plotting your escape to the north. Sorry, I watched some of Roots last night...

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Raise your Mimosa up – It’s Mother’s Day!

I've always had a healthy respect for Mothers (fathers too but today isn't about ya'll). My mother raised the four of us and had I been her; I would've thrown my hands up, asked what happened to my sweet-faced babies and walked away from the lot of us. As a matter of fact, there were days that BougieMom had clearly had it up to here with the lot of us. Growing up, we were in a house where the master suite was down a long halfway that had a door (with a lock) midway through. Some days Nellie Mae would retreat down that hallway and lock that door. We would stand at the door and knock calling out, "Mom!" She would reply (rather tartly), "She left town. Come back later." We knew she was too through with us and to leave her alone for a while. BougieDad would come home, see the door and say, "You kids send your mother out of town again?" We would nod shame-faced. He would swig his scotch and go on back there to repair whatever damage we'd done.

A few times she would just give us all The Look, toss her Harlequin in her purse and head out the door. Later, we found out she used to go up the street and just chill in a room at Holiday Inn for a few hours. I can respect that (more and more as I get older).

BougieMom would carry a kite stick in her Caddy. When folks got to acting up in her car, the stick came out and she would swat the hell out of whoever was acting up (or happened to be the path of the stick). One day, BougieYoungerBro and I decided we needed to do something about that stick. In the skewed logic only young children can have, we decided that if we painted the stick in her favorite nail polish she would love it too much to use it against us. (I don't know- we were delusional) So yes, he got the stick and I got the Revlon Frosted Cherry and we painted. Set it in a vice grip to dry overnight and then put it back in the car in the morning. The next time we were in the car, we got to tussling over something in the back seat and out came the stick. She took one look at that Frosted Cherry and may I say she broke the stick AND hurt her arm tearing us up that day. I can still hear her voice coming up through clenched teeth, "RUINED. MY. STICK. USED. UP. MY. GOOD. NAIL. POLISH!" Um, yeah – we didn't try that one again.

Lately, I've been babysitting my 3-year old BougieNephew. He's sweet as can be (when it's not naptime) and usually here for 6 – 9 hours. By hour 4, I'm ready to check into a Holiday Inn my darn self and there's only one of him.

Miz Nellie is now referred to as The Saint. Women of all ages flock to her and ask for advice, often punctuated with the awe-filled question, "How did you do it?" Out of the hood (serious hood) by age seventeen, double-degreed and married before 30 (back before that was doable). 45 years of marriage, 4 kids all degreed and breathing... she's still sane. Go 'head Nellie.

It's an awesome thing to make the supreme sacrifice that comes with motherhood and do it well. Literally your life is not 100% your own ever again. You are responsible for creating and molding human life. It really gets no more elemental than that. So hat tip, standing ovation and everlasting respect to all the moms, moms to be, grandmothers, aunties-acting-like-moms, and caregivers with no titles. Much respect and enjoy your day!

Anyone want to shout out their Mom today? Go for it… oh and of course... the mimosa recipe. (Please drink responsibly!)

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Raise your Frozen Margarita Up – It’s Cinco de Mayo

Okay Bougienistas, before you throw back shots of Patron and hit the two-for-one taco buffet, do you know what you're celebrating? From Wiki:

Cinco de Mayo (Spanish for "fifth of May") is a voluntarily observed holiday that commemorates the Mexican army's unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, under the leadership of General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín. It is celebrated primarily in the state of Puebla and in the United States. While Cinco de Mayo has limited significance nationwide in Mexico, the date is observed in the United States and other locations around the world as a celebration of Mexican heritage and pride. Cinco de Mayo is not Mexico's Independence Day, the most important national patriotic holiday in Mexico – that holiday is celebrated on September 16.

And while we're celebrating some Hispanic heritage – let's think about boycotting Arizona, a state trying like hell to remove all things "un-American". The new immigration law (State Senate Bill 1070) takes effect in less than 90 days. You can start by ignoring Dial soap, PF Changs, U-haul, Cold Stone Creamery, SkyMall, Circle K and SkyMall… to name a few. Even the Phoenix Suns are changing their jerseys to read "Los Suns" in support of the boycott. The cities of Tuscon and Flagstaff plan to sue over the new law. Get behind it people. Rev Al will be getting his protest on later this evening because as he says: "For it’s Hispanics today – and tomorrow it could be you."

Here's the recipe for those margaritas… please drink sensibly, tequila is nothing to play with:


2 quarts ice cubes

1 (12 fluid ounce) can frozen limeade concentrate

12 fluid ounces tequila (measure with empty limeade can)

1/4 cup Cointreau


margarita or kosher salt for the rims

lime slices cut in half


Working in 2 batches, place 1 quart ice cubes in a blender. Add 1/2 can limeade, 6 ounces tequila and 2 tablespoons Cointreau. Blend at highest speed until drink is almost smooth. Pour into a pitcher and repeat with remaining ingredients. Store in the freezer.

To salt the margarita glasses, pour a single layer of salt on a salad plate. Moisten each glass rim with lime; dip each rim in the salt. Pour margaritas into each glass; garnish with lime. Serve immediately.


Thursday, April 22, 2010

Raise your Global Warmer Cocktail Up – It’s Earth Day!

Earth Day is a day designed to inspire awareness and appreciation for the Earth's environment. It was founded by U.S. Senator Gaylord Nelson as an environmental teach-in held on April 22, 1970. Earth Day is celebrated in spring in the Northern Hemisphere and autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. Earth Day Network, a group that wishes to become the coordinator of Earth Day globally, asserts that Earth Day is now observed on April 22 on virtually every country on Earth. World Environment Day, celebrated on June 5 in a different nation every year, is the principal United Nations environmental observance. Many communities also celebrate Earth Week, an entire week of environment-related activities, the first of which occurred in Philadelphia in 1970 (starting April 16 and culminating on Earth Day, April 22.)

There was a great article in the Washington Post on the evolution, history and current status of Earth Day. And footage from the first Earth Day in 1970 (apparently this looks strange in the IE browsers, click to enlarge):

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We are recycling fiends over here at the BougieHousehold. I've actually gone quite anal about it. We recycle all glass, aluminum, plastic, paper and tech equipment. We've switched to the "good" light bulbs, we have reusable totes and I am the water nazi. Seriously, don't come to my house expecting to take an hour long shower… not gonna happen. We upgraded our last "old school" appliances (the washer and the dryer) to energy star machines. I have a jar of old batteries I'm trying to figure out how to environmentally dispose of. I have unplugged stuff that we don't use regularly – the toaster is highly decorative at this point. All of this and I understand, it's still not enough. Well, I can't afford the hybrid car I long for so that will have to wait.

What are you doing in celebration of Earth Day? What "green" measures have you taken to reduce your carbon footprint?

Here's a little Bougie Cocktail for ya. (please drink sensibly)

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Raise ‘em up: Health Care Reform passes

Three simple words from President Barack Obama via Twitter: Yes we can. Prez 44 did something no modern era leader of the United States has been able to do… pass a bill beginning an overhaul of healthcare and allowing millions of uninsured Americans access to medical services that will not bankrupt them. NPR's article says it best: Obama Achieves Health Law Success That Eluded Past.

President Obama gave a brief conference after the passage. I wanted to see him come out to Big Daddy Kane's "I Get the Job Done" but that wasn't meant to be. He looked tired, worn but victorious. President Obama said that the House's vote on health care "wasn't an easy vote but it was the right vote." Speaking from the East Room of the White House, the president, who made health care reform a priority for his administration, said the vote wasn't a victory for a political party but for the American people. Obama said the reform plan won't fix everything wrong with the nation's health care system, "but it moves us decisively in the right direction." Here are the major points of the bill (from MSNBC):

Understanding the health care overhaul

If enacted, the reconciliation bill combined with the Senate-passed bill would, from 2010-2019:

-Spend $938 billion on expanding insurance coverage, including $464 billion in subsidies to help uninsured people buy coverage.

-Expand Medicaid coverage to 16 million additional people.

-Require many employers to offer coverage for their workers.

-Collect $69 billion in penalties from uninsured individuals and employers for non-coverage.

-Provide coverage through an insurance exchange to 24 million people.

-Reduce the number of uninsured by 32 million people, but leave 23 million (including illegal immigrants) not covered.

-Cut Medicare spending by $455 billion from currently-projected levels.

-Not affect next month's scheduled 21 percent cut in payment rates to doctors who treat Medicare patients.

-Produce a net reduction in federal deficits of $143 billion.

And lest they be forgotten, here are the 34 jack-ass Democrats who did not back their President's play. They shall not be forgotten. Umm-hmm. We see ya'll:

John Adler Jason Altmire Michael Arcuri John Barrow Marion Berry Dan Boren Rick Boucher Bobby Bright Ben Chandler Travis Childers Artur Davis Lincoln Davis Chet Edwards Stephanie Herseth Sandlin Tim Holden Larry Kissell Frank Kratovil Jr. Daniel Lipinski Stephen F. Lynch Jim Marshall Jim Matheson Mike McIntyre Michael E. McMahon Charlie Melancon Walt Minnick Glenn Nye Collin C. Peterson Mike Ross Heath Shuler Ike Skelton Zack Space John Tanner Gene Taylor Harry Teague

More work to be done but for tonight at least, pop a bottle and raise 'em up! My President keeps promises to the American people. How great is that?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

It’s Hashtag Wednesday: If you could make up a holiday, what would it be? #MyPersonalHoliday

So you can tell by my feeble effort on St. Patrick's today that it's not my favorite holiday. So I thought about it, what if I could make up a holiday of my own? Just create a day where people are celebrating where/how/when/why I wanted them to celebrate. Not a birthday or an anniversary, just a random day picked out on the calendar for the purposes of celebrating whatever I wanted.

If you haven't joined us on a Hashtag Wednesday, let me explain: On Twitter, people tend to accentuate their chatter by adding a topic or a phrase to the end. You tie the topics together by placing a "#" (called a hashtag) in front of it. For instance, when we tweet about A Different World, we would add #ADW somewhere in the statements. If enough people use the hashtag, it becomes a trending topic. Some of this week's trending topics were #HipHopSyllabus where people suggested classes that Hip-Hop artists should teach – Hammer teaching Fiscal Responsibility, Beyoncé teaching Advanced Acting, Kanye West teaching Etiquette… quite amusing.

So since I'm not feeling St. Patrick's Day… I thought I'd make up my own hashtag. So here we go:

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would be called Bougenificence Day. A celebration of all things bouge.

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would be on April 20th or the Friday closest to it because we need a day to bridge between Easter and Mother's Day and I'm all about a three-day weekend.

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would have the colors of purple and green. It is MY holiday after all.

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would be celebrated by Mardi Gras-style parties, balls and parades. I think we will need a national step-off and Ebony/Fashion Fair type Fashion Show as well. Hosted by Oprah.

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would be toasted with White Chocolate Martinis or White Chocolate Mochas, drinker's choice. Grilled Salmon and Filet Mignon with broiled asparagus tips on a mixed-green salad - served everywhere (with 2 for 1 coupons).

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would have cable channels playing Neo-Soul artists and New Jack/90s movie marathons. A 24 hour ban on BET... just because I can.

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would need to be a National Holiday. I need banks closed and shops open. The joy of a Macy*s One-Day Bougenificence Sale – can you imagine?

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would be headquartered in Martha's Vineyard or the Hamptons.

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would include a traveling exhibit of bougie heroes, headlined by the Obamas.

  • #MyPersonalHoliday would be awesome (doncha think?)

Okay, BougieLand – whatcha got? If you could make up your own personal holiday, what would it be called? Why? When would it be? How would we celebrate? Drinks? Colors? Do share…

I don’t do green beer. I don’t river dance. But I do look good in green. It’s St. Patrick’s day.

Well it's a holiday, sort of. This is one of those holidays that started off with a purpose and ended up being a day that Americans use as an excuse to drink a lot (New Year's Eve, Cinco de Mayo, July 4th, you know). I actually had no idea what the historical basis of the holiday was. So here we go from Wikipedia:

Saint Patrick's Day (Irish: Lá Fhéile Pádraig) is a yearly holiday celebrated on March 17th. It is named after Saint Patrick (circa AD 387–461), the most commonly recognized of the patron saints of Ireland. It began as a purely Christian holiday and became an official feast day in the early 1600s. However, it has gradually become more of a secular celebration of Ireland's culture. It is believed that Saint Patrick's Day has been celebrated in Ireland since before the 1600s. It was also believed to have served as a one-day break during Lent, the forty day period of fasting. This would involve drinking alcohol; something which became a tradition.

Originally the color associated with Saint Patrick was blue. However, over the years the color green and its association with Saint Patrick's day grew. Green ribbons and shamrocks were worn in celebration of St Patrick's Day as early as the 17th century. He is said to have used the shamrock, a three-leaved plant, to explain the Holy Trinity to the pre-Christian Irish, and the wearing and display of shamrocks and shamrock-inspired designs have become a ubiquitous feature of the day.

In 1903, Saint Patrick's Day became an official public holiday in Ireland. Irish Society of Boston organized what was not only the first Saint Patrick's Day Parade in the colonies but the first recorded Saint Patrick's Day Parade in the world on March 18, 1737. The first celebration of Saint Patrick's Day in New York City was held at the Crown and Thistle Tavern in 1766, the parades were held as political and social statements because the Irish immigrants were being treated unfairly.

Today, Saint Patrick's Day is widely celebrated in America by Irish and non-Irish alike. Many people, regardless of ethnic background, wear green-colored clothing and items. Traditionally, those who are caught not wearing green are pinched affectionately.

Yeah, okay. I quit celebrating St. Patrick's Day with the general public since some super inebriated co-worker spewed projectile vomit in my direction ruining a gorgeous pair of teal green slingbacks. Me and the holiday fell right out love then and there.

But let me wrap on a positive note… Five things to love about St. Patrick's day…

  1. I look good in green
  2. Pear and Sour Apple Martinis (both being green) are in abundance
  3. Pierce Brosnan – he's Irish, I'll celebrate that
  4. March 17 usually means Spring is not far away
  5. Sean Connery! Oh, he's Scottish. Um – oh! Parades! Everyone loves a good parade.

That's all I got. Enjoy the day. Pear Martini recipe below. Any St. Patrick's Day thoughts?

Monday, March 08, 2010

Raise your Wonder Woman Cocktail up: It’s International Women’s Day

It's been a while since we had a Bougie Cocktail Moment. But go ahead and raise them up. Today is International Women's Day.

International Women's Day (March 8) is a global day celebrating the economic, political and social achievements of women past, present and future. In some places like China, Russia, Vietnam and Bulgaria, IWD is a national holiday. Women's Day was first celebrated in the United States in 1909. Two years later, more than 1 million people attended events in Austria, Denmark, Germany and Switzerland during the first International Women's Day.

During International Women's Year in 1975, IWD was given official recognition by the United Nations and was taken up by many governments. International Women's Day is marked by a national holiday in China, Armenia, Russia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Bulgaria, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Macedonia, Moldova, Mongolia, Tajikistan, Ukraine, Uzbekistan and Vietnam.

This year, World leaders and international organizations are calling for more rights and opportunities for women in order to help solve many of the world's problems. The calls come as many parts of the world mark International Women's Day on Monday.

U.S. President Barack Obama and first lady Michelle Obama are hosting a reception at the White House Monday to mark the occasion.

The Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe said Monday that peace and stability "can only be achieved with the participation of women as equal partners with men." At an event last week, U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said the world body's goals "stand in jeopardy" because women are still subject to poverty and discrimination.

To find out about events in your area: click here. I'm headed to a chat about the role of Women in Media & Publishing. You can rest assured, I'm going all IN. Later in the week, look for a quiz to test your knowledge on Women's History. In the meantime, raise your glass up and toast a lady today. In the comments, feel free to shout out your favorite female. For those of you interested, the cocktail recipe is embedded below. Enjoy the day!

Friday, January 15, 2010

Raise up your Fruitini – MLK, Call to Service, Birthdays, Football and more!

It's my favorite weekend of the year, ya'll. January 15th always brings a myriad of feelings for me. The 15th was my father's birthday, and yes – he loved the fact that he shared this day with Dr. King. He used to say that January 15th was a birthday for those destined for greatness. None of us dared side-eye him when he compared himself to a Civil Rights martyr. Hey, BougieDad was a hero to us. The next January 15 birthday belongs to my nephew who we have nicknamed Cisco. Just take one look at this face and tell me he isn't destined for greatness (or great mischief)? (or to slay females coast to coast – little playa already has two girlfriends – blonde twins… need we say more?)

Monday is my birthday. I only count the 5s and the 10s so just don’t worry about how old I am. My answer is old enough to know how, just wise enough to know better and young enough to still do it anyway. J My birthday usually falls on or around the “observed” MLK holiday and it’s always around NFL playoffs. It’s just far enough away from Christmas that I can guilt people into buying me another gift. As I said, it’s my favorite weekend of the year.

On a serious note, MLK Day has become so much more than a day to play speeches and “remember when”, the holiday is a National Day of Service where people of all ages, backgrounds, and abilities are encouraged to serve on King Day, and to make the day the beginning of an ongoing commitment to a cause that is meaningful to them and serves a need in their community. For ideas of where and how to serve, check out And just because this gives me goose bumps every time – a classic MLK clip:

Somewhere in the middle of the long weekend, serving the community, wishing me happy birthday, helping Haiti and watching football, raise up a toast in simple gratitude that you are still alive and free. I'll be wrapping up Movie Week tomorrow, Sunday night I'll be on BlogTalk Radio with guests AverageBro and Thembi. And yes, I have a special post already written for my birthday. Enjoy your weekend, be safe and well.

Michele's Fruitini recipe – drink at your own risk

2 shots flavored ice tea (I use Arizona Green Tea with Ginseng and Honey)

2 shots sprite or club soda or ginger ale (if you just want to kick it up a notch use a sweet champagne or sparkling moscato)

1 shot pear vodka

1 shot sour apple flavor schnapps

1 shot orange rum

1 shot peach schnapps

1 cup of crushed ice

Combine, shake with ice, serve and sip… slowly. Please drink responsibly! To up the fruitiness swap the tea for your favorite juice.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Raise up your Goodnight Kiss: Buh-Bye to 2009

Yes, a Goodnight Kiss is a champagne cocktail. It's for our last Bougie Cocktail moment of the year… New Year's Eve. 2009 had it's ups and down but for some reason, in my mind it will always be a roller coaster year for me. Obama's Inauguration: Yippee! Michael Jackson's death: Booo! Sold my book: Woo-hoo! My HR Consulting company went on the rocks and I had to learn to survive on writer's salary: Booo! Started a blog, discovered Twitter: Hurray! People I never wanted to hear from again found me on Facebook: Booo! And so went the year.

At any rate, I'm back from vacation and recuperating from a little sinus flare-up (not digging the 6.5 hour wait in frigid Miami airport). But we'll get back to full-time blogging on Monday. Sunday night (8:00pm est), come through Blog Talk radio and listen in while me, Max Reddick, RiPPa and some special guests talk about this B*tch is the New Black bullshiggity and how to get it in for 2010. Two great posts I read on New Year's and resolutions:

BougieMom is downstairs rattling pots with her annual black eyed pea contribution (at which point she announces that she is done cooking for the new year… yes, the entire year. She means it). I have something sparkly chilling in the fridge. In case you're feeling festive, here's the recipe for A Goodnight Kiss:

  • 4 oz Champagne
  • 1 splash Campari® bitters
  • 1 sugar cube
  • 1 drop Angostura® bitters

Those of you heading out for New Year's Eve – be careful out there! To all of you, I wish you all the best and Happy New Year!

Friday, November 27, 2009

Raise your Califomia Merlot up: It's "My Girl C's" Birthday

In the collage above are some of the many things I wish for my girl C on this milestone birthday. Always intellgent, dashingly refined and witty... my girl C was one of the first to truly welcome me and stick by me during my California high-rolling (and rock bottom) days. Ms. C has a smile that will dazzle, a tongue that can slice, and a side-eye to rival mine. Classic Berkeley chick with a New York shine [so flaky but sharp with it ;-)], C is just good people.

She is one of those rare, loyal friends who is truly down for whatever, no questions asked, "girl whatchu need". Her laugh is a joy to all who hear it. She has been known to enjoy a good book, a deep movie and a glass (or two) of merlot. I hope you have enjoyed her comments here on the BnB and if I have my way, she'll be guest-posting one of these fine days. Raise your glass up for a true class act: My Girl C. Happy birthday, my friend. (Next year, Bali or back to Maui?)


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