Two guys want to thank Imani Rupert for sponsoring the last few days.
I remember once Imani invited me over for some wine. It was late, I was tired, so I decided to go home to sleep instead. What a colossal mistake! Little did I know at the time, apparently Imani's apartment is like the happiest place in the world. Santa doesn't have elves to make his toys, he goes and gets them from Imani. I imagine a neon glow as I first step into her place. The walls look as though they're made of candy--I try one, they are! Entire rooms are devoted to individual video game consoles, maybe even to specific games! She has a music room where I find every instrument including the Gibson Les Paul in cherry red I have dreams about. I pick it up and play, and I sound awesome. I go to the kitchen. The fridge is stocked full of Nesquik and Sam Adams, and the freezer contains Ben and Jerrys' entire graveyard. I shut the fridge door and I'm startled by a cheerful gray haired woman smiling at me. It's Paula Dean, apparently she's there to make anything I want. "Something with butter, Paula, and what the heck drop somethin in the fryer, too. Don't forget to add some love!" "Comin right up, sugar," she replies. "Now you head into the living room and watch Michael J Fox and Christopher Loyd re-enact the entire Back To The Future trilogy live just for you." I go. I watch. It's life-changing. Afterwards the three of us take turns braiding each other's hair (I don't know, it's a dream). At dinner time the pizza guy delivers without ever being called, and now for dessert Ben and Jerry themselves take over Paula's kitchen and help me invent a new flavor. I call it "Imani's Apartment." It has everything good.
Bottom line: If Imani invites you over, for the sake of your childrens children and the stories you'll want to tell them--say yes. And take pictures to rub in my face.
Imani, we drank a thank-you glass to you last night, some light sparkling wine called Mi Ller L' ite. I think it's French.
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