Monday, September 29, 2008

"Undisputed" Huh?

Everyone get excited for November! Damn Luda. And y'all know I haven't posted a video in months, so believe that this is dope. Listen to dude flow!

*Sorry about the quality of this video, I had a dope one the first time I posted this but DTP took it back down I think...

Back to Square One (Kinda)...

So working at Strip sucks absolutely! Management is disorganized and pompous and drugged up most of the time. Money is not what it should be which is a factor that's controlled by management- with a couple tweaks here and there, their employees could actually make some guap. But the well-being of their workers is of no consequence to management I suppose. So I made it to where I could get the fuck outta there- by any means necessary.

So that's the meaning of this post's title. Back to square one. On the social front though, things are moving. Everyone close enough to me knows that I want to write for a living, be it about music or clothes. As long as I've been out here in the A, this has got to be my busiest year on the social forefront.

I took Jarvis to his first Broke and Boujee last Thursday; I don't think he knew what he was getting himself into. It was fine for me, songs from the local squads and then something from the mainstream. Chicks rocking peacocks and buzzcuts with bra straps showing and kicks on their feets. Dudes with fitted jeans and flannel shirts. Jarvis sat at the bar the whole time looking like he was observing the llamas at the zoo. I danced by myself.

Before we went he asked about dress code, I told him to wear what he wanted, and that no one was gonna be looking at him that closely. "We ain't going to Velvet." My exact words. He had on cargo shorts and a Lacoste shirt with matching Adidas and his G-Shock. After we left I asked him if he understood what I meant: He laughed at my head scarf and cutoff shorts before we went in, after, he said nothing. I think he may have been a bit jilted to learn that there's a whole other world of people having absolute fun without caring about who's looking... Whatever.

On Saturday, Sheed and I were invited to go to a party at Utopia downtown, that our homie Rustin was throwing in honor of FAMU weekend. In an effort to conserve gas (and- oh yeah, ride in the brand new Beamer... LOL.), I rolled with Sheed but he and Chris had plans to go to T.I.'s Black Tie birthday party first, so I threw on the only dress in the closet (I desperately need to make a dry cleaners run), and headed out with them. The energy in the room at the Biltmore was so crazy. Everyone was so dapper and positive spirited, it was a cool change to the basic club atmosphere. Chris stopped once every five steps to dap somebody up. Radio personalities, athletes, Grand Hustle was out in full effect. Strippers danced in birdcages wearing white, curly beehive wigs and lacey undergarments with knee highs. Open bar of course. Cameras everywhere. I left the party like, "Really?" Now- to do something with all that...

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Keep Your Eyes on Me...

"They say I'm a bad guy/ Why's that?/ 'Cause when my back's against the wall nigga/ I react..."

Been going through a bit of hard lately people. Lost my job on a technicality. The short version: Concentrics hires a company to catch you not carding underagers. I picked up a shift for someone. We were closed. I picked up the last table and didn't even think about carding them. That's that. They called their people, I was outta a job. But I'm at Strip now. Down the street. I fucking despise it. Won't be long before I get something else. What makes it so bad, I was next in line for the supervisor position. Interviewed and everything. I didn't want to serve when I was at Lobby, now I'm back to doing that shit five days a week. For muh fuckers who don't tip. LOL. Damn. Oh well.
Me and Jarvis have been having fun though. We went to One Midtown to use my card one last time before they got wind of my failing Liquor Liability and cut my funds off. He enjoyed himself (see pictures).
I went to a gay club for the first time since I last posted. It was craaazy! I never seen so many dudes scrubbing the ground. LOL. Like, super seriously, vibrating and popping and everything. They didn't play as much rap as I would've liked but as you'd probably figure it was a lot of dance music. Rihanna and shit. It was cool though. At least I didn't have to deal with overzealous dudes pulling on me, talking 'bout, "Ay girl!".
I can't wait to go to this party though. My second Broke and Boujee ever! This Thursday! If you're in town, you should pass through. I think I'ma bring Jarvis with me. Maybe he's ready to see me in this element after seven years. Last time I took my homies Rasheed and Ronnie, we all got super toasted of course. You know me... LOL.

Monday, September 1, 2008

"I'm Never Drinking Again!"

Man... Jarvis and I had a date night last night right? It was the first time I actually hung out at work on my day off. I work with some people who do that crazy shit all the time. Can you imagine? LOL. Like, of all the places that you could frequent, why choose the spot you already spent 40 hours at this week? Anyways, so, he doesn't like to go to Atlantic Station, something about the posers that stay down there- he doesn't care for The Show. And I feel him, but I make my living down there, so my issues are deeper, my issues are with the inner workings of The Show (rolling eyes).

So we close the world out and spend quality time together at Lobby. I get a Henny double straight and Jarvis gets a LI Iced Tea. We munch on sauteed shrimp and pizza. I get my Henny topped off for the free-free. I forget in the process of our drinking that all I had to eat that day was a bowl of oatmeal, three chicken tenders, and two french fries. I'm so excited to be out with my boyfriend, I suggest that we leave Lobby and walk to Strip down the street and see if Tommy was working bar. We get over there, Tom is in the place. He was more than happy to get us more alcohol, and charge next to nothing! I start to get loopy, as we walk back to Lobby, to tie up some last minute details on the rest of my night.

See, the night before, Sheed got in contact with his friend Chris. He has hellified connects: Chris gets me on the V.I.P. list for the Northern Exposure party at Esso. Me plus two right? Jarvis doesn't do parties like that, where reggae could possibly be played... No prob. Me, Sheed, Joel, and Sheed's brother were definitely going. So I finish up with the details and head home to drop Jarvis off and get changed. He was going to the "ballet" with his homie Clark to see clear heels and body stockings, LOL, so I didn't feel like I was abandoning him. By the time I got home I was sooo toasted, I got sick and said "I'ma just close my eyes for a second, sober up for a second..."

Sheeit, I closed my eyes at minutes to midnight, didn't wake up until five a.m. when Jarvis walked in. I was fully dressed, fully made up, fucking heated! Everything fell into place so perfectly, the baby was at her grandparents, who happened to be off for the holiday the next day, we had the whole night to go out and kick it, I was on the flippin' list- had a table and a bottle- Labor Day weekend! Got too drunk, too quickly, fucked it all up, and slept in. Aaaagh!