Nah'Sun's Year in Review

What’s woody, grasshoppers?
 
I apologize for not posting anything new recently. A brotha was hella busy wrapping up Thick 2. My 2nd novel is hitting the press just in time for its January 21st release date
 
You can pre-order your copy of Thick 2 for ONLY $9.99 @ www.nahsunblaze.com
 
Aight, let’s get it poppin’

Chicago  

I went back home for a month to celebrate my born day and relax for a moment. Then again, I really didn’t relax considering I spent most of my time finishing up on Thick 2. There’s nothing like deep dish pizza from Giordano’s. Speaking of Chicago, it’s a shame that my beloved hometown reached the 500th murder mark for 2012. Let’s get it together, people.

My favorite vacation spot. The first time I went to South Beach was during Memorial Day Weekend for Black Beach Weekend aka Freaknik. I decided to go when the streets were calmer and peaceful the next go ‘round…LOL
 

 

What happens on the party bus, stays on the party bus

My first time poppin’ bottles at a club. Couples lounge in Brooklyn to be exact. Poppin' bottles isn't my style. All I need is one glass of get right and I’m good. I celebrated the completion of Thick 2 with Breuklyn and the good folks at Foundation International Sound.

My second time partying in Connecticut was fun. I didn’t participate in the lap dancing contest. Not my thing. Nevertheless, I did enjoy dancing and meeting people that night with the Bad Big Girls Club

I partied a couple times with Babs Social Club. They throw parties that cater to plus size women and the men who love them. The co-founder Gayle aka Ms Power Bosom (shown here) suggested I should throw a book signing with them. That’s whassup. Now we gotta come up with a date and rock & roll

Team Gator is another organization that offered me to throw a signing with their group. Much love…BUYAKA BUYAKA…their mansion and day parties were off the chain. Now we’ll see how wild things are gonna get in ‘13

The interview was a lil bit unorganized. I still did my thing, though. The hustler in me STILL got some sales and my point across in the TNT radio interview at In the Mixx Studios in Yonkers, NY

It’s a shame that the founder of Curves decided to not throw parties anymore. Curves were building their audience, and hey, I appreciate an intimate size crowd. DJ Larry Love (shown here) got tired of throwing parties and stepped out the ring. Pour out a lil liquor for the Curves organization and their supporters

What happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica

Aaaaaah yes. My first appearance on a reality show. It was fun. Check out the video below and skip to the 15-minute mark of the show to see me at work. Funny shit, cuz.

Aight, ya'll...see you in '13...(No Bad Luck)

Peace

Nah'Sun the Great

Team Gator All-Black Party RECAP!!!

What’s woody, kinfolk?

Fuck!!!

I broke my damn cane on the way to the club…what a way to kick off my night…I haven’t hit the clubs since Labor Day weekend to finish up on Thick 2…my night already faced a rocky start

Cheapness doesn’t pay off…I bought that cane during my travels for 40 bucks…should’ve bought the joint for 60…that cane was more stable with a loop handle

They lucky my cane broke…straight up...I was gonna floss my ass off with it…LOL

Team Gator Co-CEO Peoples celebrated his born day @ Club Pranna in downtown Manhattan last Friday…the PACKED jumpoff was an all-black affair…real grown and sexy…you know I had to switch it up a bit by throwing the candy red in the mix

The lovely Shy and Nah'Sun the Great

One love to Shy for coppin’ her copy of Thick When the Chances are Slim at the club…she stopped me squeezing through the crowded ass dance floor that felt like I stood in a can of sardines and asked, “Are you Nah’Sun?”

I was flattered about her steppin’ to me considering we never met

We only know each other through Facebook

Shy is sexy as hell…THICK, too… Shy is what I call “slim-thick”...slim at the legs and waist with a bubble in the back that pokes out like bumpers

But on the real…I stay away from holla’rin’ @ supporters…mixing business and pleasure is like rum and milk

The messed up part is that I left my books in one of those free magazine bins on the street…anyone could’ve opened the bin and took a copy, but I seriously doubted that anyone in the thick of Manhattan would’ve opened the magazine bin to take a book

I asked the bouncer if I can go out the club to get my books and run back in to give Shy a copy of Thick for her to purchase

Homie said, “You gotta gimme a tip.”

And you know what, I wasn’t mad at his hustle…I would’ve done the same thing

…so I gave dude 5 bucks

Then the bartenders wanted a 2 dollar tip for using the pen they gave me to autograph the copy

…I didn’t give ‘em shit

Kool DJ Red Alert and yours truly

Speaking of meeting people…

I wanna give a shout out to all the ladies at the club tellin’ me, “I remember you on the trip to Atlantic City.”

Team Gator threw a day party @ 40/40 Club in Atlantic City last August…you know I did my thing…the shorties remembered my steez when I rocked the red fedora back then as well

As you can see, I’m a celebrity…I’m just not famous

*pimp giggle*

Real men rock red Stacy Adams socks

My night wrapped up on a positive note…I hooked up with a few familiar heads and made new connects…I linked up with this brotha and his homeboy outside Pranna before walking in…they knew the bouncers

Make a short story shorter, we skipped the line because of that connect

The funny part of the whole night happened at the end…an argument popped off between a guy and his homeboy’s girl…make another short story shorter, ol’ girl felt that dude violated at an all-white party awhile ago…dude copped pleas and apologized to his homie and his girl

A misunderstanding that could've been squashed in a matter of minutes lasted for 15 minutes…

…and I got most of it on my camera phone

Hahahahahaha

I give the Team Gator all-black jumpoff an A minus

The minus comes from the bartender fuckin’ up my Long Island Iced Tea…homie made it too bitter…you NEVER mess with a Black man’s drink and expect to get away with it

I had fun overall…shout out to DJ Mike Neeze...money did his thing by making me forget why I stopped clubbin’ for a minute…a lot of DJs nowadays act too pussy to play different shit by going the safe route…Mike Neeze mixed it up by playing new joints along with the forgotten oldies but goodies

I can’t wait until the March 72-hours of no sleep ski-trip Team Gator is hosting…not only I’m finna party my ass off, but also sell copies of both Thick books since they let me hold down a table

Nuff respect

Aight ya’ll…I’m out

Peace

Nah’Sun

Peoples (rockin' the sky blue bow tie) and the crew

Team Gator Bus Ride/Day Party to Club 40/40 Atlantic City

Abracadabra, my people

The good folks @ Team Gator are throwing a bus ride to Club 40/40 Atlantic City...the trip is $60 per ticket...you get $20 cash back to get your gamble on at the Trump Casino...which means you get 20 dollars back once you get on the bus

$60 is due Friday, August 10th

Hit up Peoples @ 646-208-3334 or Bryant @ 917-204-7047 for ticket info

CLICK HERE to check out my review of the Mayweather/Cotto fight at a mansion party Team Gator had hosted in Connecticut a few months back

Promo video for the Day Party is below the flyer

Love...Peace...and SOOOOOOOOOOUL!!!

Nah'Sun the Griz-zate

Mayweather-Cotto Mansion Fight Party RECAP PART DEUX

What's woody, grasshoppers?
 
Check out the visual of the mansion fight party hosted by Team Gator...if you missed the written review by yours truly, CLICK HERE and check out the blog I posted awhile back about the joint
 
For now...enjoy

Mayweather-Cotto Mansion Fight Party RECAP

I’m back on my bullshit, people…the next book I’m writing is whoopin my time into shape…but I had time to squeeze in a quick blog before I go hard again
 
Ayo…
 
Last Saturday I hit up a Mansion party hosted by Team Gator (Shouts out to Bryant and Peoples) somewhere in the jungles of Connecticut…I say “somewhere” because trees surrounded the mansion along with dirty roads leading to the joint


 
We partied in the middle of nowhere like the letter H
 
Slap yourself if you didn’t catch that punchline
 
Taking the train to Brooklyn was a story itself…from this dude stopping me to ask where I copped my fedoras to a chick “psst psst” me, I knew that was the start of a wacky night
 
One thing I give Brooklyn chicks credit is that they’re GANGSTER when it comes to letting dudes know they’re feeling them
 
Anyway…I took the Brooklyn bus to the Connecticut mansion (Shouts out to Rameek)…10 buses rolled out from various parts of NYC in total…and let me tell you, the liquor was flowing faster than an Asian Tsunami on that bus
 
Chicks were CHOOSING HARD, too…not a lot of stuck up broads on my Brooklyn bus...if they felt you, they’ll let you know
 
As you can see below, you wouldn’t blame them

 

Folks were drunk before they got to the mansion…the joint was wild…not for nothing, my trip would’ve been fine on the strength of the bus ride to the spot…the party itself was the icing on the cake
 
We got there at around 10:30pm…just before the main event…I didn’t give a fuck about the fight…I just wanted to get away from the city for a hot minute and pass out bookmarks to promote THICK
 

Supporters

One of the promoters had suggested I bring copies of Thick When the Chances are Slim…I only brought 3 joints…Carrying around a knapsack of books at a party was out the question…so I brought a light load…you know I had to mix grinding with pleasure

I’m pissed off at myself for not bringing more books…a group of women at a table actually snapped at me because I ran out of books…which is funny because that never happened to me at a party…chicks usually play broke whenever I sell books at parties…that’s the main reason why I only brought 3

There was this one dude who diet hated on the king…he said something slick to me (which I don't specifically recall), and I fired back with, “Stop cup cakin’,” because he was all up on this chick on the couch upstairs
 
He answered, “This is the type of girl you cup cake with.”
 
I started to comeback with, “Naw, player…she should be cup cakin’ on YOU,”…I stopped myself and chucked him a thumbs up as to say “okay”…I wasn’t in the mood to roast him

A tap was good enough
 
Besides that, I got love from everybody…this other cat handed me a cigar out of respect even though I don’t smoke…I’ll use the cigar for a photo shoot or somethin’


 
The only issue I had about the whole party is that the busing going and leaving could’ve been better organized, and the party ended abruptly around 2:30am because a fight almost broke out outside the mansion
 
You know how niggas get sometimes…always wanna fuck up a good thing
 
But damn, at least the DJ or someone could’ve let folks know that the party was about to wrap up…one last song or somethin’…shit….LOL
 
I give the mansion party a 9 out of 10…shouts out to Team Gator once again for the mini-vacay…I honestly enjoyed myself, which says a lot because I don’t party hard like that anymore
 
Aight ya’ll…I’m out like Cotto
 
Nah’Sun

Love those Fishnets...Owwwwww!!!