So Join LADIES LOVE Dilla this Friday at Deity!
P.S. Our firm designed the flyer (CLICK ON IT to see it in all its glory).... and in the words of our dear friend St. Yacque...Its Ca Ute!
xoxo
Dear Readers;
If your new here you might not know that Kitty Hawk Vaz, our modest diaries namesake, Editor-in-Chief, Supreme Chick in Charge, the I in Me, ex cetera, ex cetera, ex cetera is kinda famous.
No, not yet as a pop culture commentator, social analyst or award winning journalist. And yes it is true that for many she is an indispensable project manager, creative concept developer, think tanker, editor, marketing whiz, trend spotter and all around extra set of hands attached to a brilliant brain. But for a select few, young Vaz possesses one talent; one skill set that greatly supersedes all prior and threatens to catapult our humble savant into infamy.
Shorty rock makes an incredible drink.
She mixes the kinds of drinks that upon meeting her in other, more conventional settings, seemingly respectable, suited type professionals lose their wits about them. Over the years, people have been known to run up to her, arms outstretched for an embrace and proclaim “Oh my god! You’re that dope ass bartender that made those drinks for _________'s party? "
About her odd notoriety Ms. Vaz says, "Of all the things I do, I guess this is the most physically visible. People have connected my image with a party or event they really enjoyed. Of course I could be insulted [that people think I'm 'only' a bartender] but I'm not, I actually love it. The signature on my instant messenger at home is 'my rum punch is popping!"

When pressed for further comment she says, "Well there was one time when my moonlighting kind of left me "red faced". I was hired to develop this marketing plan. So I go in to meet with the director to present my proposals, and they are having a birthday party for one of the staff in the conference room. As soon as I walk through the door like 3 or 4 people, including the birthday boy start cheering and yelling 'Oh sh*t! OUR bartender, OUR bartender!' They thought I was there to make special drinks or something for the office happy hour/birthday jam... I almost died! But it was still kind of funny and when it was all said and done the Director went crazy for my proposal. So it all worked out in the end.”
Awkward situations aside, making a good drink for a hundred people is no easy feat. Making a LEGENDARY drink for hundreds of die hard "Grey Goose, Patron, Ciroc, I only drink top shelf, on the rocks, James Bond, pinkie finger, drink snobs" is a -dare we say- God given talent, that KITTY HAWK FLYS will continue to applaud and promote.
We are proud that we've been able to inspire other Jack and Jill's of all trades to pick up the hooch and give mixing up a batch of ole' holy water a try. (We see you Mr.TONE. Keep making those Pina Coladas!)
And now as an end of summer treat (and FLY KITTY FLY exclusive) we are proud to reveal the Kitty Hawk signature sippie!
Legal Disclaimer:
We assume no liability for any babies or bad behavior created or performed due to excessive consumption of this beverage.
Kitty Hawk’s Ex-Oh-Ex-Oh Rum Punch
This recipe is good for as many or as few drinks as you can imagine. 1 part can equal 1 tablespoon or 1 part can equal 1 gallon. Consistency, enough ice and a big enough spoon is the key!
Ingredients:
1 part orange juice
1 part pineapple juice
1 part Coco Lopez
1 part Cranberry juice
1 part Grapefruit Juice
1 part fresh squeezed lime juice
1 part strawberry/banana Juice
1 part Triple Sec
2 parts seltzers, club soda or ginger ale
5 parts light or dark rum.
Couple splashes of Roses Grenadine, for extra color and flavor
Couple splashes of Roses Lime, for extra flavor
Directions:
Mix, shake or stir well and pour over tall glasses of ice.
Enjoy!
XOXO
While we usually don’t like to report strictly on parties, last Thursday is an exception. Why? Cause Streetwear giant L-R-G & our favorite photographer extraordinaire, Kareem Black hosted one of their trademark photo shoot/party extravaganzas.
My big brother worked his magic and somehow we made it past the not so nice- but still very cute- girl at the door to hobnob with the cool kids.
I lost my pink Casio camera that night (So I can’t show you the classic photo of me & KB flexing our guns- but trust when I tell you dude is STRRRRONG!)
Never fear tho, my bro Brent from Socialist always brings his own Paparazzi. Seriously, my dude rolls with two personal photographers. SERIOUSLY.
KB & that strange but loveable Village Slum guy have got some great shots as well.
Welcome to Summer.

