I spent Saturday night as my alter ego, "Fox." This transformation was inspired by the possiblity of an 80's rap-off in honor of Ann-Marie's birthday. (Liz, you suck.) Fox is a ghetto diva with Big Hair dancing around in a J.Lo inspired track suit complete with matching turquoise eye shadow and lots of Bling. I was part of a trio referred to as "The Flavah Girls." We're kinda like the Spice Girls, but we can all sing, we just don't. (We did karaoke that night.) We mostly just hang around for aesthetic reasons and lovin'. My entourage was composed of "Fox," "Crush," and "Sweep." Of course, Crush also had Big Hair, combat boots and fatigues, and lots of purple eye shadow. I have never seen Crush's curly hair so Big. Sweep is the most J.Lo-licious of all of us. She sported a velour track suit, purple eye shadow and wore her hair "swept" across her forehead and pulled back in a low side ponytail. So, so J.Lo. We thought Jon was going to need CPR when he saw Sweep come walking out of the bathroom. He just kept saying, "Nama... wow, Nama... wow. I didn't even recognize you" Boy, pick your jaw up off my floor! Jon came in especially handy as we all know he has an excellent announcing voice. (Actually, everything he does with his voice is fabulous.) He opened the door and announced that the party seemed a little dull and needed some "Flavah." Then we Ghetto Diva-ed our way into the room. Umm hmm, that's right. And we looked GOOD. We celebrated Ann-Marie's birthday with lots of funkadelic "Flavah" that night. Even if we were dancing on the Threshold of Hell.