Me and Ro under the bright lights of Houston. That light will never fade.
Oh Houston. What a roller coaster it has been. Since 2011, you have been our place of refuge, our home. I still remember the day we moved from New Orleans to the great state of Texas. It really doesn’t seem all that long ago. Notorious B.I.G. was playing in the background as we crossed the Atchafalaya bridge with a wish and prayer that we could make a life in H-Town. The first three months were a blur – coffeeshops and studying for the Texas Bar took up ALL our time but even with little time to explore, I knew this great city would become part of our fabric, part of our DNA.
FRIENDS. I know it has been a hot minute and I am so sorry for leaving you hanging. I think it’s only fair that I catch you up on what we have been up to during Summer Seventeen. Doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as Summer Sixteen – Drake truly is a genius – but it was lit nonetheless. Read More
PITBULL. IS. COMING. I know – stop what you are doing right now and check his tour dates to see when he is coming to a city near you. I swear, seeing him perform live is a game changer. GAME. CHANGER. If you have been a dedicated reader of this blog since inception, you know that my unabashed love for Pitbull is long-standing and widely known. Ain’t no shame in my game.
As I mentioned here, one must mentally and physically prepare for the epic dance party that is a Pitbull concert. This means building up your endurance. It really isn’t as scary as it sounds, I swear. And, BONUS, you can rock some Pitbull swag while doing it – as evident below.
In high school, I was a badass. I was a member of the winter conditioning team, which consisted of long runs outside, braving both snow and rocky terrain. I know what y’all are thinking – that is absolutely not something I would voluntarily sign up for. Did I forgot to mention that we got a free hoodie? See, it’s all making sense now.
Since those cold blustery days in Groton, Massachusetts, I have tried countless workout plans. Billy Blanks and I were besties, I toyed with becoming a Zumba instructor for a hot minute and I once almost died at hot yoga class. True story. Since I can remember, I have been on the search for a workout that I loved and could motivate myself to get up and do. Consistently. The pull of the couch, fuzzy blankets and cheese fries is STRONG y’all. As you know, a good beat and a killer wardrobe are two of my greatest inspirations. Enter Spotify and Nike.
We all have those songs that automatically make our shoulders shimmy. Regardless of where we are or what we are doing, there are certain songs that evoke nostalgic memories of getting down in the club- Save the Last Dance style – and cause an intense urge to do the dougie, the stanky leg or the shmoney dance that cannot be quieted or tamed. Believe me, I have tried. For me, that song is Shoulder Lean, a Young Dro classic featuring T.I. – I dare you to listen to it and NOT move. Try it. Go on with your bad self.
Although this 2006 classic makes my shoulders shimmy, it is not the only thing that makes me want to party like it’s 1999.
You’re now tuned into the mother#^@%*&in greatest – that’s if you did what all the cool kids did last week and entered in your email to get updates from suddhara.com. If you haven’t, you are dead to me. KIDDING. But you should probably go ahead and do it now. I will wait.
This week has NOT been an easy one for this country. Because this is a fashion and lifestyle blog, I will stick with what I know but I have found inspiration in these words.