i HEART atlanta: A Taste of Florida Seafood

My seafood game got upgraded today. While I'm normally more of a Spondivits, Oceanaire type of girl, I'm still savoring my taste of Florida. Its a low low spot on Camp Creek, but the taste is super fab. The special sauce is to die for and the fried lobster tail and fried tilapia are must haves. The prices are reasonable and the people that work there are very friendly. Tell em love's a peach sent ya and be sure to ask for the "saffron infused rice."

ATL Celebrilove: He's A King

ATL's Bonnie and Clyde celebrated the birthday of their son, King, this week at TI's Henry County mansion. No party would be complete without live boxing and performances. Looks like the Grand Hustle family stepped into the ring and little King's half sister Zonnique may have performed with her girl group.

Tiny and her daughter Zonnique (far right) w/ Nique's friends.

King and his auntie, TI's sister.

CRod (of PSC--far left), Peanut (middle), Unknown guy (far right) and King


TI and Tiny

Pictures courtesy of YBF/S2s.

Lesson Learned: Embrace Your In the Meantime

You've probably heard of author and mogul Bre Dennis by now (if you haven't you've been living under a rock). When we get the chance to catch up she's always quick to offer candid and valuable advice. I love her for that! Yesterday she reminded me of a great lesson. While I can't express it as eloquently as she can (Exclusive Interview with her coming soon), I want to remind you ladies out there to "Embrace Your In the Meantime."

We all have a tendency to rush into situations because we are not comfortable nor confident enough to simply embrace the in the meantime. Often times we jump into what we think is love with men who truly don't deserve us out of a fear of being alone. Let's remember that its ok to be alone. Sometimes solitude is good for the soul. If that man is not the man you dreamed of spending your life with...Don't settle. Love you until someone else worthy of your love comes along. Enjoy your career, your home, your family, your girlfriends--enjoy you. Embrace your "in the meantime" and make it work for you!

As Bre says, "When the man of your dreams comes knocking, he won't be able to get in if you've got a security guard standing at your door." Learn It. Love It. Live It.

Off My Chest: You Modelin' Ma???

Because I'd never want people to think this is a male bashing site, its time for me to put the ladies in check. Yesterday we talked about the wanna be producers and not quite there real estate agents that are everywhere in Atlanta. Well, with Labor Day weekend upon us, if there is one person you are sure to meet this weekend, its "a model." Lets get a few things straight. Posing nude for sidekick pictures does not make you a model. Passing out fliers at a party does not make you a model. Putting up X rated pics on myspace does not make you a model. Getting modeling gigs off of craigslist, does not make you a model. Pop, lockin, and droppin in the latest Huey video surely does not make you a model. Until you win ANTM, you are NOT a model. Until you have a lucrative contract with a REPUTABLE modeling agency, you are NOT a model. Until you are featured in a spread in Seventeen, Teen, Elle, or Vogue, you are NOT a model. You may enjoy the art of photography, you may get $2 an hour to wear a baby tee around a party, and you may even be a video ho, but you are not a model. Your false claims of top model status mess it up for those ladies out there in town who really are making a living off of modeling. You make them look really bad. Be proud of who you really are. I surely am. I can say with my head held high...

NO, I'M NOT A MODEL---I JUST LOOK LIKE ONE.


Sorry, I just had to get that off my chest.

Notable and Quotable

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."
--Aristotle

Upcoming Events: How U Doin?

Love's A Peach attempts to be an equal opportunity, non discriminatory blog, so tonight kicks off Black Gay Pride weekend in Atlanta. The weekend focuses on AIDS awareness and includes performances by DJ Unk, Jennifer Hudson, a parade, parties and drag shows.

Check out http://www.inthelifeatl.com/ and http://www.accessatlanta.com/events/content/events/stories/2007/08/29/pridehighlights_0830.html for more information.

Notable and Quotable

"Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense."
-Helen Rowland

Off My Chest: Producing and Real Estate...ATL's Sought After Professions

The two most popular industries in Atlanta are by far entertainment and real estate. With that being said, not everyone actually makes a sustainable living from those industries. If you do not make at least 40% of your income from these fields, then I beg of you, when you run into me on the streets, DO NOT TELL ME THAT YOU ARE "A PRODUCER" or "IN REAL ESTATE." No. You are not!

Having Fruity Loops downloaded on your computer, does not make you a producer. Having a demo cd with some wack a** tracks, does not make you a producer. Until you have beats that are in heavy rotation on both V 103 and 107.9, you are not a producer. Until Polow da Don, JD and Lil Jon know you by name, you are not a producer. Get over yourself. Maybe you are an ASPIRING producer, maybe music is your hobby, but I repeat, you are not a producer.

Similarly, just because you purchased a cheap a** house in the hood and "flipped it." You are not "in real estate." Being a part of an inflated appraisals scheme does not legitimately place you "in real estate." And surely, renting a condo at Twelve does not place you "in real estate." Do you have a broker's license? Have you attended a real estate course? Ever been to a closing? Know what the Fulton county property tax rate is? I think not.

Fellas, those lines do not impress us. In fact, for a chick like me, it turns me off. You say, "yea, I'm a producer" or "you know, I'm in real estate." I hear. "I'm broke, with no job, and I push a lil weed to survive." Please. Stop the madness. You are so not the business.

Sorry, I just had to get that off my chest.

ATL Celebrilove: Pregnant Women and Custody Battles

JD hosted the grand opening of his new club in Tucker last night, Studio 72 (modeled after NY's Studio 54, but named after his birth year). The mamis were in the house. Literally.

Pregnant Tameka Foster and hubby Usher, no comment.

Pregnant Monica (and before the rumors get started, no Nelly is not the daddy. Her fiance Rock is. Nelly has other pregnant women to worry about ie. the chick from strokers...see earlier post).
In other news:

Despite a semi recent outing to Joes Crab Shack, Bobby and Whitney are fighting it out thru court documents these days. Bobby is claiming that Whitney is keeping him from seeing and spending time with their daughter Bobby Kristina. Whitney basically says, get a job and stop trying to get spousal support out of me, and then we'll talk.


Read more at people.com (http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20053820,00.html)

Off My Chest: Hypothetically, of course.

Taking a stroll down ipod lane I came across one of my favorite Lyfe tracks. Although I've listened to the song dozens of times, I've never actually answered the question he asks. It's a tough one--and I still can't.

Can you?

What if he broke your monogamous agreement? What if he told you he lied lied but didn't mean it? What if he personally vowed to never do it again? Should he cover his tracks and shield you from the pain or would his lies hurt you more?

He says maybe some wars aren't worth fighting--maybe some of your tears really aren't worth crying.

I say, while there does seem to be some temporary comfort in the dark, deep down there's freedom in the truth.

Would you wanna know?