Throwing a New Year’s Eve party? Well I’ve got just the drink for you. I made drinks for my family’s Christmas party and they went over so well, that I had to end up playing bartender all night long.

The drink is called Roadrunner Punch, and it’s really simple to make. I’m pretty sure you can make this in a punch bowl, but I did individual glasses, so here’s the recipe for those individual glasses:

Roadrunner Punch

1 shot of Malibu Rum

1 shot of Blue Curaçao

1 shot of Peach Schnapps

Fill the rest of the glass with Berry or Fruit Punch and serve with ice.

I prefer to use Minute Maid Fruit Punch, but choose the brand of your liking.

I was standing in line at the post office on yesterday. It’s about 15 of us in line waiting for one of the postal workers to service us. There are only 2 postal workers at 2 of the 7 stations and/or windows available in the building, with a 3rd worker just sitting at a station doing nothing.

Why the fuck are there 7 stations and only 2 people working? Why build so many stations if you’re not going to have 7 employees to wait on people? And then you walk to the 3rd person’s station and they say, “I’m not open,” but yet you’re sitting there like you’re open.

If you’re not open, put a sign on your station saying that you’re not open. All of this is enough to make me go postal up in that place and I don’t even work for the post office.

And they they want to get a little funky attitude with you because they’re having a bad day. Okay, I have bad days too, but don’t take that shit out on me. Because just like you dish it out, you gotta be ready to receive it back, and I’ll damn sure give it back to you.

I went out last night with a friend to his office Christmas party. After we left the party, we decided to drive through various neighborhoods and look at the Christmas lights.

Some were nice and neat, some people went a bit overboard with their lights, and then we turned onto one street where we saw something a bit strange. I asked my friend Michael to slow down his drive to a crawl. What we saw next was classic!

Have you ever seen the lighted reindeers that adorn the lawns during Christmas? Well, I guess this particular neighborhood had a theme of 2 lighted reindeers for each lawn, but someone, teenagers I suspect, decided to put a spin on that theme.

Whoever it was, must have come through the neighborhood when he or she thought everyone was asleep and put every lighted reindeer on each lawn in various sexual positions.

And of all times not to have a camera on me. That was the best holiday prank ever! Better than egging cars for Halloween.

I have been a fan of the Real World on MTV for years. The first 12 seasons were pretty damn good (although that London season sucked royally). After the Las Vegas season, it went downhill.

I got fed up with watching the shows after that season and pretty soon, the shows started to become boring. But for some reason, figured I’d start watching again this season, since it’s set in Denver.

There are 2 brothas in the cast. I decided to watch the show this season, not because I wanted see people of color in the cast, but because I knew it would be interesting because one of the Black guys is a staunch Republican.

But so far, the Republican brotha hasn’t shown out. We’re almost 6 episodes into this new season and it’s the other brotha who is fighting with someone 4 of the 5 episodes thus far.

His name is Tyrie. He’s a 23 year old former military brat and graduate of the University of Nebraska. So far, he is the Angry Negro of this season’s Real World.

Tyrie’s a good guy, but I’m sure the producers in the editing room are making it look like he wants to rumble every episode. Why is that? It’s like almsot every time there’s a brotha on the show, he has to be the one made out to be the bad guy?

Continuing with Nikki’s True Hollywood Stories….

Chapter 2: Roy Jones, Jr.
It was the early 90’s. I was visiting one of my best friends who was in the Navy and stationed in Pensacola, FL. On this particular weekend, we got dressed to the nines to paint the town red.

We found a nightclub to kick it at and we proceeded to get our boogie on out on the floor with a few of the fellas that we’d met in the club. Well, when we sat down to catch our breaths, this guy walked over to our table saying, “Me and my boy wanna holla at you and your girl.”

I replied, “Who’s your boy?” He said, “His name is Roy.” I peered over at the area Roy was sitting in and I replied to the gentleman at our table, “Why can’t he come over himself?” The guy said, “Just come over and share a drink with me and my boy.”

I took another glance over at Roy and I noticed that he had his hair shaved off………..but was still rockin’ a tuft of hair in a shag at the back of his neck. My girl and I were like, “Oh no. We’ll pass.” We could not believe that brotha was wearing a shag. Mind you, this was the early 90’s, but shags had played out in the 80’s, and this was the era of the s-curl, when every brotha was trying to look like a member of the R&B group, Guy.

*dream sequence*

*does the “Groove Me” dance*

“YEP YEP!”

Anyway, the guy standing at our table was like, “Alright then, you ladies enjoy yourselves and have a good night.” My homegirl and I laughed the entire night about the brotha with the shag. Some years and several boxing championships later, to my surprise, I come to find out that the guy with the shag was none other than Roy Jones, Jr.

Hell, had I known who that brotha was going to turn out to be, we probably would have shared that drink with him. Who knows, he could have been my future husband.