Mamma’s Favorite Just Might Win
Mamma New York’s Favorite Just Might Win by Roxanne McDonald
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If the amount of booze in her brain and grease on her breasts is any indication, New York might just choose the man Momma Patterson swoons over every chance she gets. |
It was the overnight date night for Real, Tango, WhiteBoy, and Chance. Well, it was overnight for the two New York chose to spend quality time hanging out in the bedroom of a hotel in Palm Springs—Real and WhiteBoy.
How is it, though, that New York is still leaning toward the baddest of boys? First, Chance is getting even more obvious with his most inappropriate dating/marriage material ways. He has a selfish session on the fields where the air balloon sits awaiting their boarding. Immediately, Chance is saying, “Uh uh. Oh, hell no. Aint no way I’m getting’ on that damned thing.
New York tries to convince him (while WhiteBoy is all ready to go, “without a doubt”) by saying how she missed
them. Chance says he missed her, too, “but damn…your boy don’t do this…. There’s a point where I just don’t care who I’m with.” Now New York should add this cue to her collection of anti-Chance reasons to choose someone else, but instead she laughs. Probably nervously.
Chance gets drunk faster than New York…which is a first.
Dinner is more of spoiled Chance getting his rotten way. While WhiteBoy and New York are having a romantic slow dance, and WhiteBoy is seriously asking her if she wants to know anything else about him to get to know him better and make her choice easier (though he should be asking about her, too), Chance bullies his way in by doing the traditional cut-in…though his dance is not all that traditional. He starts in on this dirty dancing thing that of course takes all reason out of what’s left of New York’s clear-thinking head. Well, they’ve all had more wine, so I’m not sure there’s all that much clarity—nor has there been for the last few weeks.
WhiteBoy is miffed: “Chance, he aint stoppin’ till he gets what he wants. That’s gonna be a problem.” Yeah, WhiteBoy, for you. And probably for Sister Patterson in the long run. Chance has also told New York to “shut the f— up, snatched her cigarettes, threatened to destroy this and punch that, etc. etc. yeah, yeah, yeah….
Then, while Chance is saying he has to do what he has to do, Real is stepping up his game and stepping on feet as he does so. He is up against (temporarily) Tango, and he is not the quiet, seductive, composed creature we first met. He is out of control with bratty behavior at the
dinner table—heckling, laughing inappropriately (during serious moments of love and confession for Tango), snapping his fingers, and falling on the ground and feigning illness over Tango and New York’s kissing.
No one puked when he said to New York how he seriously wants to be her Romeo. Well, maybe they did.
But Mama Patterson is right there for Real, and at the ready, evidently (from promos for next week), to offer Chance cold cash to get his cold ass outta there.
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