Last nite, I decided to venture from the comfort of my, um, computer room and hang out. Initially, I was supposed to go to a caberet with the Fix It Guy but it was cancelled (yay!). I was told the location would be changed to the grown folk's club on the waterfront. That's what I told my peoples. That's where they were ready to go. Of course the Fix It Guy comes back to me, an hour before we were to leave, i might add, and tells me the location has chaged yet AGAIN. I tells him I aint goin. He bugs me to ask my friends to change their plans. Um....no. If it were earlier in the week, maybe. But an hour before lift off? Iown think his request was fair.
So here we are, three fat girls rollin to the club. Personally, I'm not the club kinda gal. I'd much rather sit home, bump one of nOva's mixes and talk shit to Primey. We gotta walk bout a block to the club. Not bad. No line to get in. Hmmmmmmm. I felt a lil uneasy about that, but what the hell, we already here. I paid my $20, get my ticket and go inside. The reggae dance floor is right in front of us when we enter. We venture in....nothing much happenin. I get my drink, tip the tipsy bartender and head up stairs.
Now upstairs is where the "hip hop" dance floor is supposed to be. Much larger crowd up here; the dance floor is jumpin. I swallow the rest of my expensive ass drink and head to the floor. I'm boppin a lil bit. Now what's fucked up my groove is the large screen over the dance floor displaying vidoes on MTV2. Who the fuck comes to a club to watch some shit they can watch at home. Coupled with the fact that the song the dj was spinnin was different than the video displayed. It reminded me of a kung fu flick where the words don't match the character's lip movements.
I let the baseline take over me for a min but the dj wasn't playing anything I really cared to hear. The most current thing he played was Ms. New Booty, which I hate. The next most current was Bring Em Out, followed by Headsprung. I'm thinkin....why dude playin this old ass shit?!?! No hotness whatsoever. While I'm aware this club caters to and um, older crowd, them mfs should be up on game! No fuckin excuse.
As I'm rockin an rollin, some dude comes up to me and speaks. I speak and keep on rockin. Next thing I know...I'm feelin a butt up against my...butt. I turns around and there stands a white dude, trynna match my rythm. Him want him a lil piece of brown suga do he? I think not.
Maaan, overall, that shit was whack. Music weak. Dudes in church suits...not my steez. Oh, that one dude in the white an ernj stripped seersucker pants...eh, I aint eein gettin into that.
See why I don't venture far from home?
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