Cleopatra Did it FIRST!

I felt really bad for missing my boo Kip’s bday last week. Especially since he decided to send me a li’l sumthin’ special because he missed me so much. These Diamond Star Earrings are totally amazing and I’m surprised Kip was able to pick out something so my style! (Of course I am a star so he really just put two and two together.) At that point I knew I had to do something great for him.

As you all know, I’ve already kicked off my tour in Europe. People are going nuts over my high wire act… After doing 4 shows back to back, I demanded a week off (because I am Cleopatra Holmes and I can do that) so I could treat Kippy to a nice France Rivieria Cruise. He was so surprised when my private jet picked him up. He’s usually the one planning the trips. Although it may sound so Beyonce and Jay-Z of me, remember Cleopatra did it first in ‘98 after my first single dropped when I was still with the hit girl group Hope Divine.

Anywayz, back to enjoying Dom Perignon with Kip. Remember! Cleopatra is a trendsetter not a follower. Peace and Love!

Who Needs a Euro Trip When You’ve Got Paradise Right Here…

So my boy Kip just got back from doing what he and I do best: jetsetting. But instead of bringing me with him, he left me here all by my lonesome. All right, I know I refused to pull a Beyonce/Jay-Z maneuver and go on another average yacht ride along the French Riviera (yawn!), but I also told the Kipster that I had NO interest in heading north with him to the rainy land of pints and potatoes. No, not Boston (THAT, on the other hand, I would’ve settled for… it’s only four hours from the Big Apple), but no, I’m talkin’ ’bout Ireland, yo!

So I told my boo that after my last record went double platinum, I’ve gotten a little sick of being surrounded by green – so traveling to some land where their national color is the same as my money flow obviously didn’t appeal to me. So while my boo was off in the the land of leprachauns, I was at home, hiding out from the papparazzi tryina start rumors about me being single again. But even though K-man ditched me, he definitely redeemed himself by bringing me back this cute lil’ Kiss Me Tee upon his return.

Well, we’re finally back together at our crib in LA, and get this feeling that Kip brought a little luck of the Irish back to SoCal with him (and I swore that four-leaf clovers were reserved for St. Patties day nail decals… ): the temperature here is smokin’, the beach is lookin’ fly, and I’m finally ready to slip into my hot new Mondrian Bikini. And especially after a week of the Irish drizzles, Kip tells me he’s so ready to hit the trá right along side me. Oh, and BTW – that means “beach” in Gaelic for all of y’alls who weren’t graced with a jet-setting boyfriend or were too busy practicing la langue Francaise in the south of France (and yes that means you, Ms. Sasha Fierce).