| Lo Fun Fact #1 |
| "Lolita Files" is my real name. It is not a pen name, as incredible as that may seem. There are plenty of Files family members and people who have known me for years capable of validating this. As for the "Lolita" part, my mother named me after the movie based on Nabokov's book, although she saw or read neither. To this day, she has no idea what a "Lolita" is. |
| Lo Fun Fact #2 |
| I love fried chicken and fabulous shoes. If you ever want to get on my good side, send Popeye's or Mr. Chicken (my favorite spot in Cleveland) and a pair of
Christian Louboutins. |
| Lo Fun Fact #3 |
| Never show up unannounced or without a Pepsi (preferably Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream). Better yet, how about not show up at all? |
| Lo Fun Fact #4 |
| I hate the telephone. Don't get mad if I don't call you. I don't call anyone. Don't call me asking why I don't call. Just don't call, okay? |
| Lo Fun Fact #5 |
| I love the internet!!! I love communicating through the internet!!! You can e-mail me and odds are I'll e-mail you right back (if I'm not in the middle of a major project). Makes up for my hangup about the phone, doesn't it? See, I'm not so bad after all!!! |
| Lo Fun Fact #6 |
| I can't stand IMing. Please don't IM me. You will get the cold shoulder. I don't like giving people the cold shoulder, so please don't put me in that position. |
| Lo Fun Fact #7 |
I have four five wonderful, slap-happy dogs and a bird (some kind of dove/pigeon mix), all of whom I love to pieces. If you meet me and ask me about my dogs and bird, we'll be instant friends. If you meet me and ask me why the f*ck I have four five dogs and a bird, see the above fun fact for how I will respond. |
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| We're On The Scene!!! |
| Tuesday, February 28, 2006 |
Check out this really cool mention we had in Jawn Murray's "The BV Buzz" on AOL Black Voices. (Black Voices is showing us so much love!!)
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Here's what the text says:BV Scene
Hip-hop couple Nas and Kelis partying in Miami at The Skybar Miami Beach at the Shore Club hotel... Rapper Nelly judging the finals of his 'Miss Apple Bottoms' national model search at the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas... Actor Mel Jackson, singer Silena Murrell and a host of tastemakers at Ruby Foo's Dim Sum & Sushi Palace in Times Square for a book party for the Lolita Files book 'Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.'... Kelly Rowland, Chris Rock, Jada Pinkett Smith, Blair Underwood, MTV's Lala Vasquez, Dorian Gregory, Larenz Tate, Holly Robinson Peete and Rodney Peete, Karrine Steffans, Duane Martin and Tisha Campbell Martin, Jennifer Freeman, Tangi Miller and Tommy Davidson at the premiere of the DVD 'The Seat Filler' at the El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood... Eddie Murphy checking out 'Another Side of Cirque Du Soleil...'Zumanity' at New York-New York Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas... Rapper The Game partying in the VIP area at Prive in Miami, just near BET Radio's Crystal Shaw and her group of girlfriends.
Thanks for the mention, Jawn!!!
AOL Black Voices: The BV Buzz With Jawn Murray |
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| Truly Beautiful Music. |
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Saw a video last night on VH1 Soul while I was writing, and the music was so gorgeously arresting, it stopped me in my tracks. The woman's voice reminded me of some kind of cross-pollination of Erykah Badu and the smoothness of The Brand New Heavies meets, hell, I don't know, Dido maybe, and I don't even know if that's a close enough estimation. It is its own creature, just plain exquisite, and the music wrapped around it...wow. Her voice has a childlike gentleness, yet it delivers strongly, confidently, perfectly.
The song that got me was called "Like A Star." I quickly proceeded to Google her, bought that puppy online, and have been playing it over and over and over and over and over ever since. The singer's name is Corinne Bailey Rae.
 Turns out yesterday was actually the official release date of her self-titled album, Corinne Bailey Rae, so apparently I was right on time discovering her.
Go here to listen to her music. The first song that begins to play when you go to the website is the one that grabbed me so instantly---"Like A Star." Samples of all the other songs on her cd also play, and they too are quite lovely, well worth the purchase price.
Corinne Bailey Rae |
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| Okay, I'll Continue Posting About The Tour, But First...This Glimpse Into The Twilight Zone... |
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I just happened to be over in AOL Black Voices to check out the newest books being talked about, since I'm always trying to add new material to my reading list.
Imagine my genuine astonishment/disbelief when I noticed the following (circled in red) out of the corner of my eye...
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Or click here to go over to their website and see the insanity firsthand (if they haven't changed it yet).
Trust me, this is not a self-stroking moment. No one is more shocked about this than I. My mouth is still open. My book above The Color Purple and Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart (one of the greatest stories ever written)??????????? WTF????????????
Surely, there must be a tear in the fabric of the universe. Or it's Bizarro World, just like in the comics.
I'm gonna ride this puppy into the ground (or at least until they notice the typo).
AOL Black Voices: Books
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| Did Y'all See 'The Barprah'? (It's Barbie!!! It's Oprah!!!) |
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I know I'm supposed to be putting up more highlights from the book tour, and I will, this is just a brief interruption. I just had to find out if you guys caught yesterday's Oprah.
She had the woman whom the Barbie doll was named after as a guest on the show, and the woman presented O with her very own black Barbie doll!!!
 As you can see, Oprah was pretty excited about it. 
 The doll was still considered a "Barbie," but that just didn't seem right, so I've named it "Barprah." If you hear the doll referred to that way in the future, know that whoever's calling it that bit it from me. But I digress...
Look at how mesmerized O is over her doll...  Like that Barbie lady was actually going to come on the show and not have an Oprah-influenced Barbie when she showed up. As if.
 You know the second her people got the call for her to appear on the show, they commenced to scrambling and mocking up dolls.
 I'll bet they've got at least a hundred different Barprah prototypes in a Mattel warehouse somewhere---a bevy of ill-conceived misses until they finally hit on the right look with this red-dressed, teensy-waisted, glamorous Barprah...
 ...with her itsy-bitsy bling bag.
Barprah and her red dress were based on the gown Oprah wore to her Legends Ball.
I can't wait for the day they present me with a Barlita. Hey, a girl can dream.
(Although, with a name like Barlita, my doll will probably come with a crack pipe and a brown paper bag with a bottle of Hpnotiq stuffed inside. Natch.)
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| The LoLena Experience Meets The Vertical Retail Experience: Doing Our Thing At The Time Warner Center (NYC) |
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Okay, I'm finally getting some of the pics of our events up. I told you I would. I just needed to regroup, grab some zzz's, have a light saber battle with a case of the flu that refused to back off, and travel (of course).
On the day of our event, Tuesday, February 21st, I got a chance to connect with loyal Lo Zone reader, Lance...
 He'd already mentioned them to me in one of the comments he made on a post I did a couple weeks back, and he backed up his recommendation by giving me one in the flesh plastic. He was right. It rocked. Quite tasty.
Now these next pics are from our event that same evening at the Borders Books & Music at the Time Warner Center in Columbus Circle, which I've been told is not just a couple of spectacular buildings, but a "Vertical Retail Experience."
 Yeah, folks, that's how you should be referring to it. Not, "Hey girl, I'm about to run to the mall," or, "Yo, let's check out them new stores up the street." Oh no, people. You should be saying, "I'm on my way to The Vertical Retail Experience. You want I should get you something?"
 Yeah. That's how you should be saying it. Keep in mind, though, that if you do, EVERYBODY but the businesses in the Time Warner Center are going to look at you like you're retarded. But at least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you are addressing the place according to its proper nomenclature. (Because being right is really important!!!)
We arrived at The Vertical Retail Experience (which I will henceforth refer to as The VRE) earlier that afternoon to spec it out (after a blazin' interview over at MTV Radio with our shoetastic new friend, and my soror, Bridget Bland).
The VRE is a pretty fascinating place. Check out the ass on this chick in the lobby...
 ...she gives a small-bottomed girl like myself junk-in-trunk envy. This is the Borders. 
These are the displays of us they had at the entrance (and all over the store).
 This is both of us posing in front of the store.  This a display in the store.  And another one.  And another one.  And another one.  And another one.  And another one.  And another one.  And another one.  And another one.  Anyone who came into the store was treated to a full-on assault by our images, the books, and the soundtrack. They probably saw Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. all in their sleep. Devoted, determined fan Corliss was waiting for us when we arrived.  She got there early because she had to leave, but she made sure she had her book and got me to sign it. We love it when readers are as loyal as her!!! This is me talking and reading...
 ...and Ms. Silena doing what she does best: SANGIN'.  (notice the wall of my books just to her left) Us doing Q & A...  The scrump-licious actor/producer Mel Jackson (here with me and Silena).  (notice the display right next to us) Gorgeous multi-talented artist Q.
Here's Mel with fabulous publicist/my longtime sistah-friend, Yvette Hayward (aka, Lo Zoner "Ettevy")...  One mo' 'gin... 
Me, my dear, dear friend, Carol Mackey, Editor-in-Chief of Black Expressions Book Club, and the awesomely-talented author, Bernice McFadden.  My superfantastic, ride-or-die, (she should have a cape on because she's a super-hero) publicist at Amistad, Gilda Squire (on the left); Amistad Publisher Extraordinaire, Dawn Davis (on the right); and Dawn's trouper of an assistant (center), who plays my character Penn in the Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. video.  More of the Amistad/HarperCollins crew (in addition to Dawn Davis and Gilda Squire, who are also pictured), includes the wonderful woman who played my character Beryl in the video (second from the left); the most excellent Yona Deshommes (third from the left), Michelle (third from the right); my amazing, amazing, awesome editor, the famous " Anonymous" from the Lo Zone, Jennifer Pooley (second from the right); and the other Lo Zone-posting " Anonymous," the rock star herself, Amistad's Associate Publisher, Rockelle Henderson (far right). 
Daytona!!!
 And others who came out to show us love, like him... 
...and Michael PENN Hamilton (same name as my main character)...
 The whole spanking lot of us, including bestselling author/publisher Nancey Flowers (on the far left, in the cap and shades), and bestselling author/one of my best friends, Victoria Christopher Murray (on the far right, in the fuh). We had a blast, y'all. And the fun kept on going. More details in the next few posts.
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| R.I.P. Octavia Butler |
| Monday, February 27, 2006 |
One of the greatest sci-fi writers ever passed this weekend.
 I had the honor of meeting Ms. Butler at the Miami Book Fair in 1997. It was in the green room and happened at the same time that I met two other phenomenal writers, Steven Barnes and Tananarive Due. It was definitely one of those great moments in life that you don't forget.
I feel it's only fitting that I link to a blog post Steven Barnes did regarding her death. Like Octavia, Steven also writes sci-fi, and he, too, is one of the best around.
If you don't know Octavia's work, please...do yourself the excellent service of checking it out. A recipient of the MacArthur "Genius" Award, she was gifted on many, many levels. Truly a scribe for the ages---past, present, and future.
Amazon.com: Books by Octavia Butler |
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| Bite Me. |
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...which is what everyone seems to be doing, because I can hardly turn the TV channel without coming across something with Sex, Lies, and Murder in the title.
To wit, a little over a week ago, my dear friend Juan sent me an e-mail telling me about a commercial he'd seen for Footballers Wives (a BBC America show that I happen to love; it's waaaaaaay better, smarter, and much more wicked, IMHO, than the Housewives). So Juan tells me about the ad for the show's new season, and guess what the angle of their campaign is?
 How about that?
And then I was watching HBO, and I see a commercial for a new installment of their documentary series, Autopsy. And just what are they calling this particular episode? Yup, you guessed it...
 Biters, all of 'em. That's right, I said it. BBC America and HBO are straight-up biting my shizz.
That's okay. We like being originators. Soon everybody's going to be slapping Sex, Lies, and Murder on their stuff. Let's just see who's going to be bad enough to throw in some Fame.
Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
BBC America.com: Footballers Wives
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Bounce now, bitches, if you don't wanna know what's up. I'm no longer doing that three-second count thing to give you a chance to get out. I'm just going to jump right into this.
Okay, so Meredith and George do it. I mean, they really DO IT. Look at ol' girl. She seems pretty happy about it...
 ...ecstatic, even...
 ...and George just can't believe his incredible luck. Look at him. So damn eager to please.
 Yup. Meredith seems pretty happy about that plugging she's getting...
 ...or is she?
 Uhhhh, this does not look like a happy camper.
 Seems she suddenly realized who it was that was plugging her---even though she asked for it---and the thought that it's not The Great McDreamy...
 ...has her bawling like a baby just snatched off the tit.
Speaking of babies and tits, Dr. Bailey's breasts leaked in this episode.
 Addison's peeper had poison oak...
 ...and she had the nerve to ask Dr. Bailey to look at it!!! And Bailey did!!!
 ...and Meredith and McDreamy decided to start hanging out again for innocent talks and walks (yeah, right!!)...
 ...but none of that tops Mer crying like a stuck pig in the middle of George waxing her lovely (so he thought). She needs her ass beat for doing that to him. He seemed utterly traumatized. Luckily, there's a hot piece of action, a Latina doctor...
 ...who's apparently itching to give him some jalapeno peeper.
Talk about a deus ex machocha!!!
I'm just glad George has backup. Meredith actually had the nerve to say the following regarding why she burst out crying during their moment in the sheets:
"I didn't know I didn't want to until I knew I didn't want to."
So does that make George a date rapist? I hope not. He's such a sweetheart. He deserves so much better.
Meredith is retarded. Watch, next week she'll have poison oak on her peeper, too.
The Internet Movie Database: Grey's Anatomy |
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| The World Is About To End. |
| Sunday, February 26, 2006 |
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| Trust Me...I WILL Give You All The Blogging I Promised!! |
| Friday, February 24, 2006 |
 I know I still haven't put up the pics from the New York appearance and the partying we did that night, plus the D.C. event, but I will. It's just been back-to-back running since then, and tomorrow (Friday) will be the first chance I get to put them up. I fly to Atlanta first thing in the morning, I'm going to sleep for a couple of hours, and then I will get to work putting up pics and recounting all the wonderful things we've done. I've got two day's worth of stuff to put up, so I'm going to get on it. All for you.
Trust.
I will keep my word. Silena and I have been having too much fun to not let you in on what we've been doing!!! So much to catch you up on, including tonight's Secret Service police escort. Seriously.
Keep checking back. Please. We love you guys.
For real.
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| We're In USA Today TODAY!!! |
| Thursday, February 23, 2006 |
How SUPERCALIFRAGI-WHATEVER IS THAT??????!!!!!!! HUH??????!!!!!!!!
We just keep on building steam, steam, and more steam!!!
This is ENTIRELY due to the relentless efforts of THE BEST PUBLICIST I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE, THE ONE AND ONLY...
MS. GILDA SQUIRE
...our miracle-working PR person on TEAM AMISTAD. Gilda, girl, there aren't enough words to tell you how much we love you. You are putting it DOWN for us. You're the P. DIDDY OF PUBLICITY.
The article is called "Online book videos bring words to life." Damn right they do. And TEAM AMISTAD was the first to do it, and, luckily for us, UNIVERSAL MUSIC GROUP was generous enough to let us have this ROCK STAR OF A SINGER---SILENA MURRELL---to help us do it.
 If you get the actual paper, the article is on page 11B (Section B is the Money/Life section).
But you know me...I've already got a visual of it for you right here (and the link to the article online):
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Again, special thanks to Sylvia Rhone and product manager Tatia Fox at Universal/Motown for saying yes when we asked to use the music. We didn't just get a fantastic, banging song out of this. I got a new family member, because Silena has truly become my sister. We all love her. And she's going to blow you away when you hear her in her full entirety (the single, I Like My Man Hard will be hitting the airwaves officially in March, and the album, "Up Close and Personal" will be out this year).
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I figured I'd start with our train ride to D.C. first, and then work my way backwards from that.
Silena and I left the Big Apple today, off on our next adventure. Don't worry, the posts for the New York event will follow this one. But first, I must tell you about this train ride.
We were so excited by what we just knew would be a lovely, picturesque trip to the nation's capital. I had my laptop out and was happily working. My video iPod was at the ready for when I planned to put away the laptop and relax even more.
 Silena was chilling, reading a celebrity magazine that was on the table at our seats.
 She was really enjoying herself, y'all. And she deserved to rest. She's been doing a bang-up job.
 Doesn't she look chill in this picture? Right after that, she put the magazine away, put on her glasses, and settled in for a nice, long nap.
Unfortunately, 'long' and 'nap' weren't on the horizon for either of us, as things quickly took a terrible, terrible turn. Our lovely little ride suddenly went from smooth sailing to a nightmarish exercise in self-absorbed cellular mania. Why?
Because of this guy...
*dun-dun-dunnnnnnnnnn...*
 THE ASSHOLE.
The Asshole boarded a few minutes into our ride and plopped down next to Silena, already in full-blown loud-talking blast on his celly. He immediately alienated everyone around him (not just us), but did he care?
 Nope.
 The Asshole just kept talking...
 ...and talking...
 ...and talking...
At one point, The Asshole turned to this guy...
 ...and asked if he was talking too loudly. The Asshole laughingly said his wife always tells him he talks too loudly. The Asshole, however, was sitting with US. And he never bothered to ask us how we felt about his bombastic bullshit.
The Asshole opened up his bag of food and popped the cap on his pop and began EATING AND DRINKING AND TALKING ON THE PHONE, a freaking sideshow right before all of our pissed-off eyes.
 Yapping...
 ...and yapping...
 ...and eating and yapping... Silena tried to sleep through it...  ...but c'mon. Please. How can you sleep through something like this? At one point, I thought he was finally finished.
 But no. He was just getting his second wind.
Because ASSHOLES don't know how to shut the fuck up. They just regroup themselves...
 ...and dial somebody else.  And when that call is finished, they dial somebody else.  And then, guess what? They dial somebody else.This bloated co-dependent bastard got on in Newark and yammered and gestured nonstop all the way to Baltimore.
Just how much of a self-sucking asshole was he? Well, I'm sitting right in front of Silena in the same seat section. There are four seats and a table. That's my laptop you see there on the table. That's my hand on the bottled water.
 Yeah, I'm right up on this bitch. I aimed my cameraphone RIGHT IN HIS FACE as I took these pics and the fucker didn't even notice. Okay?
In order to avoid going postal on this idiot, I jammed the earphones of my iPod into my head and began watching the copy of Lil' Pimp good friend and loyal Lo Zone reader Lance gave me when we got together for lunch yesterday. I'd ripped it onto my laptop and imported it into my iPod. (Thank you, Lance. You probably saved this mofo's life.) Shortly after, I saw Silena putting on the earphones to her iPod. Thank goodness for Steve Jobs. If it weren't for him and all of Apple's amazing innovations, there'd probably be a lot more beatdowns going on in the world than there are right now. Music and movies do, indeed, tame the savage breast.
The Asshole got so caught up in his phone calls, he had to take his jacket off to allow himself to really get into it. (Look at how Silena's looking at him, y'all.)
 Her face sums up my sentiments exactly. I just wish I could have kicked this jerk a swift one in the mouth, just for good measure. How one person could be so oblivious to the discomfort he was causing everyone around him is beyond me.
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| I Will Be Blogging Today... |
| Wednesday, February 22, 2006 |
...I just need some time to regroup. Lots of pictures and stories to share about last night, including our incredibly fun booksigning/mini-concert, our fabulous dinner, and what turned out to be major late-night clubbing that resulted in me downing five shots of Patron...
 ...(compliments of the very fun fellas we hung out with last night...and remember, I hardly ever drink...seriously...that's definitely not a joke).
(You guys have noooooooooooooo idea how close you came to being drunk-blogged last night.)
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| Scenes From Two Sistahs (Hotel Room) |
| Tuesday, February 21, 2006 |
Silena and I are doing this whole book/singing tour guerilla-style, sharing a room and making it all happen with hard work, extra enthusiasm, and dedication. (I told you, people...there are no big budgets here, just commitment and living out dreams.)
This is what our hotel room looks like. Food, strewn clothes, disheveled beds (we each have been trying to grab a little sleep whenever we get the chance), but mostly, work, work, work. And fun.
My bed.
Silena's fly even when she's eating breakfast. 
Au revoir, dahlings!! See you in another post shortly!!
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Yeah, yeah...I know you probably think this is one of those "a duck, a chicken, a turtle, and a squirrel walk into a bar" jokes. Well, it's not. And, actually, we all didn't walk into the bar together. It was more like, "A guy and a girl walked into a bar, and met up with three other guys."
Yeah. That's more like it.
Bar 89 down in Soho. New York City. The Big-Ass Apple.
 The place was cool as hell...
 ...with unisex, see-through bathroom doors that make you think the whole world's gonna be able to see you pee (or, heaven forbid, do something else)...
 ...but the second you click the lock, the doors become opaque. Funky, huh? What will these New Yorkers think of next!!
When?
Last night.
The four guys?
Powerhouses in their chosen professions. Paul Butler, Steve Hutensky, Marvin Scott, and Larry Lowe---movers and shakers who've been making things happen in a big way for people and businesses all of you are quite familiar with.
The girl?
Uh, Moi, of course. Duh.
And I swear, I almost drunk-blogged y'all last night, because I was two caipirinhas to the wind (my favorite drink)...
 ...and I'd already had one earlier in the day when I had lunch with my editor, Jennifer Pooley, and dear friend/longtime publicist, Yvette Hayward, at this fabulous Caribbean restaurant in Chelsea called Negril Village (and remember, y'all, I'm not a drinker...seriously).
Anyway, hanging with these fellas was a total pleasure. They were fun, funny, sharp as an eagle's beak, and handsome as all get-out. And I was the only girl (as.it.should.be), so I had all that testosterone to myself!!! How cool is THAT?
We were introduced by a mutual friend, my "little brother," Bryonn Bain---a dynamo in his own right who practically defies description. He's one of the most talented people I know, period. Well, he definitely knew what he was doing, putting all of us together. A good time was had by all of us, and two of them even shared a cab with me and got me safely back to my hotel. So nice. I couldn't have asked for more. Well, I coulda, but I've got manners and I'm not a tart (...not all the time...even though I was two caipirinhas to the wind).
I know the fellas were nervous about what I might say when I blogged about all this today, but it was all good. They were perfect gentlemen who had ALL THE MONEY, and wouldn't let me do anything but be the pampered, doted upon, center of attention.
As it should be. (LOL.)
Mmmmmmmmwah, guys!!! You were collectively and individually THE BOMBS!!!!
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| The Magical Mystery Boots. |
| Sunday, February 19, 2006 |
As many of you out there who know me or follow my work know, I am an avid lover of nice, sexy shoes. Well, today I discovered (I'm convinced of this, y'all) that I have a magical pair.
These gorgeous boots were given to me as a gift by a very, very dear friend who was instrumental in encouraging me during the writing of my new book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
 I've had them since the fall of 2004, but I've never worn them, wanting to break them in at just the right moment for just the right event. They are a stunning pair of black, silk Gucci boots with crystal baguettes in the shape of a "G" on the back of the right heel.
 Well, I decided that today was a worthy enough day to break them in. Now, here comes the magical mystery part...
All manner of madness attempted to keep our first event from going smoothly. Airports were bugging out, planes were retarded, it started raining out of nowhere, all kinds of foolishness...
But none of it prevailed. And I'm CERTAIN it's because I was wearing The Magical Mystery Boots.
Every.Single.Threatening.Disaster was circumvented. A plane that was actually leaving on time was even delayed so Silena could catch it...ALL BECAUSE OF MY MAGICAL MYSTERY BOOTS.
I've decided that the "G" on the back of the boots isn't for Gucci, despite what the Gucci people might say. The "G" on MY boots stands for GOD.
He's got this. No weapons formed against us shall prosper.
Ha!!! How about THAT!!!! God truly works in mysterious ways. Who knew He'd come in the form of a protective pair of boots? These bad boys are like a superhero's cape. Wanna know how truly magical they are? Brand new shoes, especially shoes this pointy and tapered at the toe, usually hurt the first time you wear them until you break them in. These were IMMEDIATELY comfortable. My feet never even got sore as I walked all over the place, meeting, greeting, and doing the do. For hours.
Expect to see me sleeping in my Magical Mystery Boots, and perhaps wearing them all throughout my tour.
For real.
Thank you, Bill, a billion times over for these (literally) heavenly heels. They're better than Dorothy's ruby slippers.
My shoes got God in 'em.
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