Facebook Shut Me Down!!!

Ayoooooo!!!
 
Facebook done shut down my Nah'Sun personal page...ain't that a bitch

Aaaaah, yes...one of a few road blocks of mine...no worries...I got back up, shawtaaaaaaaay

They tum'bout they disabled my account because Nah'Sun ain't my real name and people need to know who they're connected with

Um...huh?

Everybody on my friend's list knew who I was...LOL
 
In an effort to cut out the political bullshit, I'm gonna shut down the Nah'Sun personal page once I get my shit back since I JUST created a FAN PAGE

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Aight, ya'll...I'm out
  
Peace

Nah'Sun

The Virgin Who Slept with a Million Women

Fashionably Grimey

Abracadabra, grasshoppers

As you may know, I travel on the regular and get my party animal on between writing books and blogging…it’s therapy for the mind…kinda like washing away your sins...kinda
 
Last Saturday I got it in on a party bus to Connecticut with the birthday folks; DJ Supa Dave of NYC and Triscia aka TC of Da Gems…I heard they needed more guys for the trip...I took one for the team and paid for my FIRST party bus ride


 
I think I'd inadvertently changed my whole swag by rockin' overalls JUST FOR THE TRIP…yep, I ordered some baggy overalls and copped a pair of Timberlands on the strength of the bus ride

In the immortal words of a phrase that I sometimes hate hearing from people, “Don’t judge me.”

Fuck that, JUDGE ME…LOL 

Dressing casual is not my thing...you know how I do...I gets suited and booted...I figured I'll do something different and go Wild Wild West on ninjas

Speaking of the bus ride needing more guys, the ratio between women and men was BANANAS…no sausage fest on this trip…YES!!!...ya boy was like a kid in a candy store with a serious sweet tooth

Out of 33 party heads who went, 9 were dudes and 3 of them were wifed up

That’s a first because dudes usually go crazy when they find out chicks are ridin' out on a trip…then again, dudes act cheap nowadays…so I’m not surprised

That left guys like me with the beauty of handling more than I can hold…I love those odds, don’t you?



A lot of dudes I know NOW wanna hit up next year's trip after I told them the ratio...funny shit...no hate runs my blood...spreading the love is what I do


As I think about it, I don’t think the women cared about the number of guys on the bus...they still GOT IT IN…with the liquor flowing and the booty music pumpin from the speakers, the ratio didn’t matter

The shorties still got buck

I won’t even talk about the infamous stripper pole...you'll just have to come to the next trip and see for yourself



I have flicks raunchier than this…I’ll keep those joints to myself…what happens on the party bus, STAYS on the party bus

You gotta come through next year for the party bus/pool party...it's gonna be poppin', baby pa
 
And fellas, the women were on point...no stuck up attitudes either…if you play your cards right, you’ll have a good time…no reason to act thirsty in a bus full of women who just wanna let their hair loose and relax

Me and a honeydip on the trip

Okay, I digress a bit

We left NYC from Abellas @ 2pm and got to the seafood spot in Connecticut @ around 6:30pm…the all-you-can-eat buffet came with the party bus package…I’m not good at all-you-can-eat joints…I’m a one plate type of dude

More power to the people who took advantage of endless meals with 3 trips or more to the buffet...better them than me



It’s funny how the cooks grabbed live lobsters and threw them in hot water before cooking them…they even rubber banded their claws as they served them

I really don’t eat lobster…I took a bite of the core and called it a day…I opted for chicken fingers, home fries, and chocolate cake instead…that dish was good enough for the champ

To keep it oh so real with you, I didn’t go on the trip to eat…the desire to get away and experience partying on a bus drove me to bring out my wild side for the night

Anyway, the restaurant had animals and shit playing in the barn beside it…I don’t know what kinda animals they were…they looked like baby camels or some shit

I thought one of them was gonna hop the fence and start chasing my Black ass around the joint



After we got our eat on, we headed to the Foxwoods Casino

The casino spot was the final stop before heading back to NYC…I took a cat nap on the bus and walked off the food around the casino to keep myself energized for the ride home… everyone caught the itis on the trip to the casino EXCEPT for one guy

I couldn’t understand how Shaqwan (one of the partygoers) possessed so much damn energy to clown around after eating

Dude cracked jokes and damn near danced his way on the bus to the casino…I gotta try whatever Ginseng he’s taking because I was knocked the fuck out during the ride



We got to the spot at around 10:00pm with only an hour and 30 minutes to play the machines

Me personally, I hardly gamble

I pretty much strolled around the casino watching other people bet their dreams away in slots…Shopping was an option, but their retail section sucked…Calling four stores a "retail area" is a slap in the face...I pretty killed time by charging my phone and chopping it up with Janae (one of the partygoers)

She didn’t gamble on the machines as well

I gave in by playing “the penny machines” before we bounced…there's nothing to speak of because I didn’t win shit…the machine basically ate up my 5 dollars


 
Some people on the trip had won…screw them…LOL

Aight, ya’ll…that’s the trip in a nutshell…of course this is just the PG-13 version…the bus ride was more WILD than I’m letting loose, no pun intended

Once again…what happens on the party bus, STAYS on the party bus

Muthafuckaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

Peace

Nah’Sun

You'll leave with a Colgate Smile

If it Ain't Thick...It Ain't Right

Me and founder of Curves...Larry Love

It’s been a long time…since I left you…without a dope blog to step to

I’m half way done with Thick in the Nick of Time…aka THICK 2…the book is taking my time away from blogging…now I’m back better than ever

Last Saturday I hit up a hotel party @ the Meadowlands with the good folks at Curves BBW (Big Beautiful Women for the slow muh’fuckas)…that was after I got lost taking the New Jersey transit…FUCK!

I took the NJ transit from NY Penn Station to transfer for the train to Kingsland at Secaucus…to make a long re-routing short, I hopped on the wrong train with a buncha soccer fiends heading toward MetLife Stadium to watch Brazil vs. Argentina


 
The conductor helped a brother out by taking me back to Secaucus free of charge…I had to wait for an hour until the next train arrived

I didn’t see any Brazilian dimes on the train to the Meadowlands…the conductors told me they saw a few…I guess I gotta hit up Brazil and see for myself

Aaaaaah yes…Carnival @ Rio De Janiero…I gotta step up my Portugese so I won’t be a fish outta water if I do hit that up

I finally got to the hotel after walking 20 minutes from the Kingsland stop…I probably lost 10 pounds in the process…that walk ain’t no hoe…but hey, I loved the exercise amidst sweating like after-sex


 
The pool party was cool…got the chance to politic with DJ Ricky Rick and Larry Love

Ricky Rick and I chopped it up about how Cubans felt about Fidel Castro (Rick's Cuban American)…I don’t have knowledge about Castro’s reign in “Coo-ba”…that’s why I love hearing different points of views about the country

What’s funny is that I get conflicting views about Castro…Cuban Americans generally don’t like Castro while Latinos outside of “Coo-ba” favor him for the most part…I think that’s an interesting dynamic

Okay, enough with the socio-politics…the pool water was cold as hell, and I bounced before it rained…I did get my drink on, though…heh heh

Taking a quick nap after the pool party energized me for the Lual party


 
I got up around 11pm to shower, got suited and booted, and hit up the party…I purposely rested through the Heat/Celtics game…I didn’t wanna watch Boston lose…they should’ve never taken Game 6 for granted by not crushing the Heat at the Garden when given the chance…Oh well, shit happens

Speaking of crushed, I’m sure Pacquiao feels like shit after the judges robbed him without a gun and fucked him without Vaseline…I don’t like Pac-roids, but dude clearly WON the fuckin’ fight against Bradley

I think the fight was fixed like a car outta the mechanic shop…um, I take that back…a lot of mechanics don’t know what the hell they’re doing

Anyway, you get the point



Ricky Rick, Evon, and Larry did a good job by showing the fight on the projector screen in the ballroom while blending the music and the sounds from the tube together…after the fight, I danced a bit and got my two-step on

I also caught up with some head olds and met some newbies

Mari, Me, and Madinah

Not a lot of people booked rooms @ the hotel that night…I think I was one of the few who did…trains from New Jersey to NYC don’t run after a certain time…and since the party had ended around 2am (Jersey sucks for that), I booked a room

Eh, no biggie…I read a book to keep myself company in the hotel lobby before hitting the sack with Law and Order on TNT serving as background noise…that show has become an unofficial ritual for me to fall out to whenever I call it a night on road trips

And no, I didn’t bring a woman back to the room to fuck…it wasn’t that type of party…at least for me

Anyway…I had fun…chopped it up with some newbies as well as catching up with a few of my readers…shouts out to Gi Gi, Karen and Deborah aka Lucy

Peace

Nah’Sun the Great

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

A Small Chronic Break

Aight, people

I'm taking a quick break from the blog...got some major writing to do for Thick in the Nick of Time

Some of you are hittin up Miami Beach for Memorial Day Weekend...CLICK HERE for a RECAP blog I posted awhile back for the Do's and Don'ts of Freaknik

'cuse me...I meant Urban Beach Week...heh heh

I know I said I'll probably post some pics from my time in South Beach during Memorial Day Weekend...I'll keep those to myself...what happened in Miami, STAYS in Miami 

We have enough attention whoring on the internet as it is...I don't wanna contribute to the cause

Check out my info below and hit me up

Peace

Nah'Sun the Great

She Showed Me Her Tattoo

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaack
 
Well…briefly
 
Last Saturday I needed to get out the house…the original plan was to bang out a few chapters of Thick in the Nick of Time…the warm weather made me lazy…and plus, I’m not the most creative person when I feel like I’m forced to do something
 
So I hit up the 12 Plus Entertainment party @ Diva Lounge in SOHO Manhattan (that means South Of HOuston Street for you Non-New Yorkers) 

Houston Street in Manhattan is not pronounced like the city “Use-Ton”…it’s pronounced “House-Ton”  

12 Plus is a promotional party for thick and sexy women and guys who love them…I swooped by and passed out bookmarks of THICK
 
As I passed out bookmarks, one thing I noticed is that older women are more likely to keep the bookmarks than women under 30…chicks under 30 usually just sit the flyers down on the table or drop them on the floor…I’m not offended by that because I actually had people pick up the bookmarks and hit me up on Facebook 

I just know NOT to give young broads bookmarks…even something simple as passing out flyers is a marketing strategy
 
I was one of the few dudes among scores of women at the party as Ke’Na, the promoter, was happy to see another guy come through
 
And once again, I was suited and booted


 
My get-up attracted this young lady playing poker on her phone by the bar…I eased up on shorty and teased her about playing games on the phone at the freakin club 


ME: What’s your name?
 
GIRL: Do you wanna know my model name or my real name?
 
ME: (looks at her with one eyebrow lifted) C’mon, girl. I wanna know your real name
 
GIRL: (gives me her real name)…my model name is Paw Print

 
Then she proceeds to show me her tat


 
Shorty from Jersey was bout it bout it with hers…no hate from me
 
She said there weren’t enough guys at the party (True), and she needed to keep herself occupied (False)…I say false because a party is what you make it unless it’s extremely wack to the 5th power…the 12 Plus party was good enough for folks to enjoy themselves
 
The DJ was on point and the drinks were good and cheap…we even formed a Soul Train line later in the night…NICE!
 
Paw Print would later show me the “lustful” tat on her thigh


 
Once again…no hate from ya boy…me likey 

I chopped it up her between the times I passed out bookmarks 

Dancing with this other chick I know made me miss a fight between two chicks by the front door

Make a short story shorter, these Spanish chicks came through the party and violated…one of them put up a middle finger in the background of a picture taken by another group of girls and all hell broke loose after that

That’s the story I got *shrugs*
 
Half the club dipped out after that scuffle…I don’t blame them…but hey, I wasn’t gonna let that ruin my night
 
I’ll hit up another 12 Plus party again…the promoters were cool peoples...a MAJOR PLUS...I heard the party that they threw last month was packed…that didn’t matter to me as long as I get out the house and inhale some fresh NYC polluted air

I hate crowded clubs anyway

Aight ya’ll…I’m out

Hotep!
 
Nah’Sun

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!!!