It’s a tradition in Cleveland. If you’re looking for the local Jamaican eatery or anything Reggae – love it or hate- no matter how much you protest, kick and fuss – It’s Dailey’s. A resident of this great city for over 40 years, the successful businessman, Albert Dailey Sr. celebrated his annual BirthNight bash, Saturday, September 2nd with capacity filled adoring patrons. The theme, “Dress to Impress” (oh, so original, I know), courted patrons to wear their bashy best, and in accordance with the theme, there were no disappointments.
Well… maybe a few. Is it me of did some of us not see those BIG ASS posters in Dailey’s? Did they choose to ignore all the flyers spread out throughout the city? Go Figure. One good thing is the Hoodratic (pronounced HOOD-RAT-ICK)* bug did not bite all in attendance. The few violators were a bit unnoticeable, all except for the – oh-my-Gucci-the-black-and-white-herringbone-print-dress-disaster and the sprinkle of rack rats from Dots.
Fortunately, some amazing style was in the house like the love lady in pea green, (what a daring choice!) the appropriate accessories choice AND the cleavage were the buzz of the bash that lasted to well past 4 am., which is not unusual for Mr. Dailey’s Dancehall Dungeon -no pun intended (well, maybe). It’s rumored that Ms. Green was spotted with Mr. Albert Dailey himself. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Well, I can admit - I didn’t see them in to anything at his birthnite bash - nor did I see his lovely mate either.
And as a frequent patron I ask myself, why?
Dailey’s Blue Mountain Inn is the spot where you can get whatever you want - from scotch bonnets to J&B Scotch; The latest chat or the latest trends from certain Dancehall staples such as The God Bless Crew, Sherri, The Designing Women Crew and The Untouchable Crew. Some (and I will stress SOME) of Dailey’s Dancehall Darlings could be called the ‘Chosen Few’ in Cleveland that understand the difference between fashion, style and the happy place where they meet. Dailey’s await there dancehall arrival and when they appear it’s more like a secret weapon. On the radar then disappear, only to return red carpet ready at parties and yet no one really knows their real names and where they even come from – I will work on that!
If you missed it you have exactly 343 more days to prepare for the best party of the year it end that ends the summer and kicks off the fall. Speaking of the Fall, be on look out for the First Annual Fall Ball. …for those of you who remember Stabba you remember the best party the Friday night after Thanksgiving - need I say more?
Ciao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tattle Tale.
*hoodratick – like a hood rat, hood chic (pick one)
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