Ahhh...hi peeps.
Its the weekend and i'm just willing to be the lazy bum and act out Bruno Mars Lazy song to the hilt. Then i remember that my Boss is throwing a birthday party for his son who's turning five years on the day.
Now, my weekends are really precious but seeing as i'm currently working for the best bosses ever (seriously) and it really wouldn't be a bad idea to get away from the stranglehold of "power" which i've been watching like an addict, i decide to attend this gig.
The address is at Northern Foreshore estate which i've always heard about but never actually visited, so i organize a few colleagues and we set off.
Now, i've always assumed that most of these estates with pretentious sounding names never really have anything to offer but i was seriously disappointed.
Northern Foreshore Estate, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the S**T!!!
It is really really beautiful and to be sincere, you'd be forgive for thinking that you're in in the Hamptons or something.
Flower lined drives, picket fences, wide lawns, beautifully built houses, parks, sidewalks, children skating by......
Who talk say money no good? imagine a place with street names like Yellow wood street, elmwood road, pinewood drive, Thistle street, redwood road...lol... Thunder fire Adeite Ogunsanya and Shekoni close!!
Not as if the houses were that magnificient or anything, but there was this...how do i put it now?..Ambience..(thats the word) that makes you feel like you're floating.
Boss went all out and the party was a crazy success.....excess wine, food, music, people, artistes (He owns a music record label), Met Skuki, Phyno, Sheliroy and some other musicians.... After a while, it morphed from a kiddie birthday party to a full blown owambe.
It got late and nobody wanted to leave again...my dear..i just gathered strength to clear my head of the alcoholic fuzz and headed back to Susie who must have been feeling like an orphan among the SUVs and other luxury cars..
Ahhhh...God go bless our hustle o!
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