We're All African

My co-worker is the designer of the new flag for the African Union. As part of the ceremony he went out to Ethiopia and to reveal the new flag and meet foreign dignitaries. As a result, he ended up with the President of Ethiopia's cell phone number!

So, this plan is simple... I get my coworker to call the President of Ethiopia to invite Beyoncé for a meeting or performance, I get invited myself and DONE!

Empire State of Mind

Well, it's official... I will be moving to NYC this august! You know who else lives in NYC? yes, QUEEN B HERSELF.

While some people may spend their free time going to the great museums, doing some shopping, or strolling through central park, I will be patrolling the streets for a chance to meet BEY! i mean, how long could it possibly take? its not like there are THAT many people in NYC *wink wink*

Who do I Think I Am?

Today was the premier of NBC's show "Who Do you Think You Are?" on this show, i learned that Sarah Jessica Parker's brother is on the Broadway production of Wicked...

WELL! I realized an old friend from middle school (who i lost touch with... minor detail) his brother is ALSO on Broadway in Wicked which means I just need to meet him, then meet SJP's brother, who will introduce me to SJP, and SJP, being an icon in NYC could request a meeting with Jay-Z, who is ALSO an icon in NYC, who will then introduce me to B!!!!!

Operation Make-a-Wish

I just received word that B does a lot of work with the Make-a-wish foundation... so now all i have to do is get some life threatening disease (not a scary one though) write her a letter, and DONE!

then i have to recover.

Operation M.O. in D.C.

I just got into graduate school in Washington D.C. If i decide to go, I can camp out outside of the white house with a sign that say "HEY Michelle! lets do lunch!" I then become best friends with the first lady and get her to invite B to hang out (they're tight since B sang at her husband's inauguration).

How it all started

Anyone who knows me knows my obsession with Beyoncé. I start screeching like a howler monkey when she's on T.V., and whenIi saw her in concert I started balling. Every thought I have in some way or another will/can become some link to how I will one day meet B. It's become so ridiculous that family and friends suggested I write a blog about the many ways I plan on meeting B–so here it is...