Velvety fun in the velvet room/lounge

This was my first time going to a "grown people club" The Velvet Room or velvet lounge one of the two, and it sucked cause all of my clothes are pretty much altbroish/hipsterish... I didn't wanna stand out like Pootie Tang amongst my friends, so my dog's boy Brandon let me rock his Diesel's in lieu of my Dunks. Nice gesture, but the only thing is that Brandon is a hefty fellow of heavy proportions/a fat boy, so when I say those diesel's we're out of gas and leanin' to the left, them mufuckas were looking like some sad puppys! The sole was like askew from the shoe and uggh!!! I get in there and I already liek the layout. It's got good placement of the bar, and vip is exclusive, but not so much that you can't be seen in there. I really couldn't wait to see how it jumped off when it jumped off, and I wasn't dissapointed at all. I had a damn good time despite the footwear malfunction, and even though I'm never really comfortable "dressed like an adult person" because my spirit is so youthful and free, I did my thing.



One thing I always forget about partying in Atlanta, is that these clubs stay open sooooo late (5:00 compared to the 1:45-2:15 of VA) I mean I was winehoused at one point and every girl I danced with got a nice wine up and near about 4:15 I'm just standing behind girls just staying on beat! I mean I actually clubbed out my liquor!

Big Brandon, Nick, and J

That man Ant's expression (far left) is like the definition of Debonair...the rest just say "I'm winehoused"

Afterwards we went to Ihops and I demolished a "Rooty Tooty"

A 2L;2R saturday night!

My dog smitty came out aftr a looong hiatus from going out.... I mean I missed going out with him.. He's a smoove ass dude and even though he steals girls from you while your dancing it's all to the good cause that's his thing. Plus he advanced of the Navy advancement exam so it's all to the good. So this Bey song comes on I like a lot, I hear it and I'm just like "zamn" (it's got a real hard beat, and the only lyric I know is "been locked up in the house too long") came on and we hit the dance floor like a storm. So we danced with two chicks from that, one was light, the other was dark. The dark chick was pressin the hell out of me. I didn't mind but I'm all like it's early and shit and I don't wanna just go for the first thing, cause she really was just "aight" and so was her light skinned friend but I mean I know I can do better but she had a nice body and she could move....

So I see omari in the "vip" section with some people sje came with so I start to go and say what's up and the dark skinned chick comes up behind me like "you still got a dance for me?" so we talk and exchange a little info, but I still wanna see what's up with omari... so I make it up to "vip" and this red head that apparently came with omari comes up tryna take my scarf/fuck with me, So I'm like "I'll fight you for this!"
Redhead:bring it on!


We dance and omari is clearly endorsing this girls openly slutty behavior...








so just from being with "mary jane" for a little bit I can see she's all about some andre. I kind of felt bad leaving my dog smith out there alone while I'm getting my save the last dance on, so I look down at the "regular/non-vip commonfolk" and I smiled like a proud father when I saw "smitty" with a chick badder than cocaine.

"Mary Jane" thinks her ride has left her so I let her use my phone to call them, so I hit the dance floor and with my peripherals I see the dark skinned chick from before watching my every move so I do the "come hither" and we dance and I'm like...
"Why don't you have my number yet?"
Christine or christina I don't remember: *pulls out phone* I don't know
Me: that's wack...If you can remember my name you can have my number
Christine/christina: Andre!

So I put it in her phone and she calls me right then on the dance floor (which I kinda don't like, now I see what Eb was chatting bout before in her list...)
And lo and behold "mary jane" picks up and is like "Where's andre yada yada" and christine/ christina is lookin at me like WTF! So I analyze the situation...I could

A. Go get my phone from "mary jane" and see what's up with christine/ christina... or

B. peace out on christina/ christine and most likely end up going home with "mary jane" that night or sunday afternoon and doin the booty. So I choose the later cause I'm a sucker for green eyes.



So coming out the club with "mary jane" I see smitty walking off with that same bad ass chick from before and I'm just like "that's my dog"

So I make it back to my car solo dolo ("mary jane" didn't have her keys or her phone they were all in her rides truck) and I see a infiniti truck parked next to my baby. So I walk up and lo and behold it's "smitty" and "cocaine chick".

So he hops out and she drives of after giving us a cute little wave...and my bro looks mad for some reason...
Me: what happened?

Smitty: Man all in there she's all up on me, I'd dance with other girls and shed tap me and pull me back and tell me "you can dance good" she put my hands all on her and all that. So we leave and she asks me to walk her to her car...so we get there and she tells me how she's married and her husband is deployed and after she says that.... I don't hear shit else...and she had the nerve to say "oh I'm not gone talk to you now cause you mad now huh?"

I'm hot the most about it cause I wasted my time...if we woulda just stuck with the light chick and the dark chick we prolly coulda been into something!

Me: *smiles* welcome back to the club!

Welcome to the jungle

Firday night was pretty cool….I headed over to Arych’s house to pickup my new winter boots (which are crushin BTW and get me "your shoes are really keut" everywhere I go) that I got sent to his house. I met some of his wife’s family that was down here for his daughter’s birthday. So I finally see his wife’s two friends that came down from Kalamazoo. They were both hella cool but “America” was engaged and the other one “Smindsey” was hella cute with her Betty Page looks and was single and fancy free! Plus they both have these “Sarah Palin accents” and would randomly say quotes like

"You betcha!"
"I can see russia from my house"
"What's the difference between a pitbull and a soccer mom?"

So we’re all just chillin and talking and then Arych’s wife is looking at me for my knowledge of clubs and that nightlife and is like “Where are we going tonight?” but the thing is I haven’t been out-out like that for reals except for that one Friday night. So I take the hit and decide to be the DD, so they’re all pre-gaming and me being the sober one is like we gots to go! So we jump in the truck and head to the Granby Theater. Of course as always, the call of nature hit the ladies as soon as we were about to park. So we park without incident and make our way to the club.

I was kinda hot at Arych and his wife cause they were like really pullin me towards "smindsey" saying "she's single, stop being wack and dance with her!" but I told them "I can't really get jiggy to the techno rap blends. But I did dance with her and she can get down, I'm talking both "smindsey" and "america" were killing it and having them hoes giving them the evil eye or whatever.



So after spending like an hour in that wack club we went next door to this other club, the music was a lot better it was just small as hell (it's a restaurant during the day). I guess they weren't feeling the small size and the wack layout ( the entrance walkway cuts through the dance area and you can't be in the walkway) so we went back to wack ass granby theater. The main thing about that club that pisses me off is that the DJ, DJ Playboy thought that he really was doing something! I mean I'm sitting there watching the DJ and he's spinning and checking his earphones that are on one ear and thinking he's doing something but that mufucka sucks! A hot club banger like Live my life would blend into this wierd techno crap that would clear the dance floor out! I was fresh as hell so I just decided to pose on the dance floor with my new DC boots and traditionaly palestinian scarf.

So we left and I gave "smindsey" a piggy back ride to the car and we get to arych's house and it's pitch black cause his family is sleep and it's like 2 something in the morning. So we decided to take shots of goose, talk like sarah palin, make fajitas, take pictures, play truth or dare and eat elf cookies! Little did I know I'd get GHB'd the next night we went out!


"smindsey and america"


Why am I making that face? and why does Arych look like a stud? Lips looking like some baby dicks... then damn don cheadle lips!






Hiding and being quiet.

Wash my hands for what?

In preparation for my truimphant return to the club to begin taping for "Fly With D" the first reality show with no cameras, following one man in his search for love in the club, highlighting the ups and the downs and the lurst! From the club parking lot to the bedroom.

One of the things I can't wait for is the awkward interaction with the "washroom attendant". Me personally I feel like I'm not gonna pay you money that could be better spent on getting winehoused, or after club munchies (7-11,bojangles or waffle house) for turning on my water.
I'm not gonna pay exorbitant prices on shit like blow pops or gum or pay you to rub that fragrant oil on my clothes, or for sprays of deodorant! (I've actually seen people using the deodorant and getting "smells just like..." oils applied to them) For one I'm damn sure not gonna be in the club with moist underarms, and that oil shit, fuck outta here! and the last thing I wanna do is have a conversation, however short with anybody in the bathroom!

I hate that they have the nerve to stand in front of shit like the hand dryer, the soap dispenser or the paper towel dispenser too, like it's some kind of bathroom monopoly and if you wanna use shit, you gotta get it from him. Even though I kinda feel assholeish about using and not tipping, I just say thank you and peace the hell outta there.

I hate the ones who try and interact with me too... I plan on coming in here many times to get this liquor outta my body and I really just wanna get in and get out. Not answer your engaging questions.

"Mane, there's some hoes out there ain't it dog!
*subtly turns on water and starts dispensing towels*

Me: They out there....(why the fuck do you think I'm here!)
*shakes off and zips up and considers not washing hands to avoid further conversation*

*avoids eye contact and runs out of bathroom hands unwashed to continue debauch*

Don't look no no...

From all my club going this weekend both sober and completely winehoused and just my experience in general I've seen a lot of stuff. There's a lot of things about the club I've just known from the jump and stuff I wish I would've known earlier but I'm glad I learned. Like...

Don't just grab a girls arm and expect her to dance!
Some girls reeaaally don't like that shit at tall at all.

Do just grab a girls arm and expect her to dance!
It's really all in how you do it. Then again some girls really hate that shit.

Don't take it personal if you fail the look back test
When I was a young punk going to house parties, getting turned down for a dance could crush this young man! Cause young girls looove to stunt and turning a dude down for a dance is the perfect opportunity to do it. You just gotta bounce back. That's why girls dance face to face with their friends, so that if a dude just jumps behind her, she might wait for the friend to give a yay or a nay. Or she might just look back for herself. Just like I wouldn't wanna really be dancing with a ug bug, girls don't want to either.

Do take the hint.
It's hot in here. My boyfriend / husband wouldn't like that / is in here. I just wanna dance with my girls a.k.a I just wanna dance in a circle with my girls with our shoes and purses in the middle of us. And my most hated one "I don't dance" or "I don't come here to dance." It either means she just isn't feeling you or she just came to be with her gals, don't be that stalkin ass dude.

Don't think a dance is more than it is.
Sometimes it is sometimes it's not. Just cause you caught her for a lil' dance what does that really mean?

Don't come to the club musty / hot mouthed / or smellin like a young grizzly bear!


I would of thought that this was pure common sense but there's always somebody musty in the club and I don't care how hard you dance, there's no way you should be so bad were people can smell you. As a matter of fact, I've been dancin' with my homegirl and she was smellin a little vintage under the arms. Like she was playin and rollin around with puppies before she came in. LMAO
Am I wrong for not tellin her and still dancin with her?

Don't go solo
It's no fun at all unless you're really just a voracious social animal even then...I mean who can you post up with when they play "up north" music and the dance floors a ghost town, who can you wile out with when they play "down south" music, who's gonna be your QA (quality assurance) to make sure when you're drunk you're not out there flirting with smuglies. And just because it's 2008 people still get jumped in these clubs, especially girls too, there's some "unlady-like divas" out there lookin to bust some heads!

Do / Don't get too excited
Iounknow about that one I mean I felt like dude in "the wood" at one point and when I asked my homegirls about it some said "it just shows you don't go out a lot" or "it lets me know he's feelin it". Now I feel like if it happens, hey I'm only human. So I say if you do rock up from a dance. Wait a second before dancing with the next chick.

What do ya'll think? Has that happened to you? If y'all can think of anymore let me know...

4 day weekend kickoff

Yesterday started my 4 day weekend... it kinda sucks cause I wish my homegirl would've came to visit but life goes on... I ended up riding to the mall with two people I know... it pisses me off going out looking for clothes with somebody with no sense of personal style. I mean EVERY SINGLE STORE in the mall was filled with shirts with skulls and shit or picnic table plaid shorts.Wack ass dudes and those God awful monstrosities called "fusion jordans"



So I get home and get ready to go out to this club with lloyd... so before we leave his dog's wife who's down here calls him and is like I wanna go out with y'all. Earlier that day, her and her husband got in to a big ass argument cause he feels like she shouldn't have shit to complain about cause she doesn't have to work and just takes care of their son and about her finding out about him with other girls... so he told her "you know I was like this before you met me, so don't even act crazy!"
Which I feel is bullshit personally cause I'd lose my flucking mind being stuck in the house all day with a ball and chain, and I know that's how she feels, especially when he's out hittin' other chicks and goin out to sea for weeks at a time. So lloyd asks her dude if he minds her going out "she's a grown ass woman she can do what she want!"

So we get there and it looks like that painting for reals!
I danced with dudes wife when they played reggae and gave her a real nice "wine up" and I kinda felt bad but hmm not that bad. Sometimes when I'm the club just looking at the dance floor or picking some girl up, I'll think to myself "can you really honestly call THIS dancing?" and think about the club scenes in "high school high" or "walk hard"... but I still love it all the same...I got pretty winehoused off these $14 drinks called "fishbowls" it's like these goblets with cherrys and mandarin oranges and pure liqour with a little bit of pineapple, orange and grenadine I think, but writing about it now it seems hella fu-fu. But when I first started going there, I'd see dudes dressed like wicked thugs and D boys holding a damn fishbowl. Cause it gets you drunk bitch! Now cause mufuckas were droppin em they put 'em in these restaurant plastic coke cups. I really can't believe I left my phone in the car, but I'm not really trippin' too hard cause for 1. It's nice not having the ball in my court all the time. And 2. After this one girl told me her name really was panther I started telling girls my name was Picasso Jones or Dana. Why? I don't fluckin know...

Pusha T

I'm hella late puttin this up but Pusha T was in the club and that dude was fuuucked up... he was on the mic saying " I told y'all niggas in 97 I was gonna put money on the building and let it fall to the ground!" he's was gonna talk till the sun came up about how in 97 the baddest bitch in the game was Robin Givens, "what y'all know bout Robin Givens!"If you didn't know Pusha T is 1/2 of the Clipse and 1/4 of the Re-Up Gang, the dude is from Virginia and can rap his ass off. So me and my dog Lloyd are outside and I'm talking to this one chick and she's I gotta go take my number and as I grab my sidekick, Pusha T walks past and when I say this chick got groupieish, she got groupieish, "PUSHA T!!!" she ran up on the dude and for a split second I had some hate in my blood at my dude Pusha T, but I just said fuck it. So were still outside the club just talking and whatnot then I see some commotion and all I see is like a cartoon whirlwind of fists and feet and this dude getting his ass slid. I mean the bouncers put that dude to sleep for reals. And to add insult to injury as dude was goin down they tased his ass too... all I could think of was "Don't tase me bro!"
So I wake up the next morning and my phone is ringing,
"hey where you at?"
"I'm in Norfolk."
.......
That was the dude I work for and the time was like 6:45 I was 'sposed to be there 45 minutes ago and it's about 20 minutes away from the crib....

Let the music play...

Last nights club scene was crazy for reals, I mean I went there with my dog lloyd but ended up chillin' mostly with my homegirl, a friend of my roomates, who I think is sexy, suprisingly witty and cooler than a box fan in the summertime. She was in there chillin and I txted her and she was like I'm in here or whatever. So I see her and damn .. She had her toes out and a lil skirt, with a belt type thing... crushin.
Niggas are haters for reals, this one dude who I've seen at the club before who hands out fliers and shit and since he always sees me with freaky dunks on, he's like " Yo you need to come to my store son!" so I was like "Oh yeah..." thats like my official answer to duck ass dudes and duck ass girls when they just say things just to be talkin'. The dudes like "you see my kicks, come through I got you!" so I say again "Oh yeah.. That's what's up" So I look at dudes shoes and he's got some "Fradas" these orange fake ass Prada boots and I just keep it movin. Anyway me and JP are dancin' or whatever and dude gets to tryn grab on her and whatever and even though she's not my girl-girl, she's my friend who I'm really feelin'. A blind man could've clearly seen she didn't wanna fuck with dude whatsoever, so dude talkin to her but muggin me was like "damn when he gonna stop cuffin' you?" So my boy Lloyd suprised the shit outta me and told that same Fake prada boot wearin' dude to chill out. I asked him what he said to the dude the next day he said he told the dude " he got it dog, don't even worry bout it!"

So I'm on like 2 strong islands
and like half a bottle of rum and I'm just clownin' with JP and she's pretty tipsy her damn self. So were dancin' face to face and she like puts her hand on my chin and kinda pulls me in. So I'm thinkin' to myself like WTF she wants to kiss me in this club!?!? Normally I don't condone kissing in the club because when I see people doing it I'm like "fucks wrong with them?" but I damn sure have done it before and I'm a huge hypocrite too! LOL. So I'm like fuck it and just I give her like 40% and she goes the 60% percent with her toungue and we're kissing more then.
And everytime she would stop kissin me she would ask me "where's the jazzy girl" and I told her " she's got endometriosis!" and she asked me that like 3 or 4 times. And she told me " I don't wanna end up on your list!" and I was like like list? She said yeah with the "jazzy girl and all that" so I'm guessing she's part of my "readership"
And I told her like "I don't know what to say to that cause you know I'm feelin' you or whatever so yeah..."
So we danced and she was like I gotta use the bathroom so I told her I'd be on the floor. So when she left I pulled out my kick and wrote this.

"I know it was the liqour and the moment but there is some makeage out going on, I wanna be like austin powers with elizabeth hurley and resist her.. But I may have the swag and the mojo but I'm no Austin for reals...
I made a decision and now I have to live with it...I should've been stronger but when you cook it and boil it down, I'm a lursty ass dude, but I'm gonna chill cause I know it's not what I think it is even though I think I kno what it is"



So my dog was like I've got time to make up for, because I chilled with Jaguar Paw. And he was like give it up bro she only likes you in the club... so we just enjoyed the rest of the night and watched the after club hiliarities that ensued.

Darling Pinky

I tink the Jazzy girl is feeling me and I'm damn sure diggin' her like a shovel... we met up tonight at my favorite club, and I was like " Can you dance?" she gave me a crazy face and was like " I guess you'll have to find out...." I did and she can most definatly move... I mean she is just too damn sexy... her friends were nothin to play with either, I wish my dog Lloyd, Bap or Smitty would've been off in there, it would've been o-v-e-r... What was crazy to me though was that all the while I was with her I was like this is the chick I've been seeing in class and I never would've thought I'd be here with her... but all in all I had a damn good time and can't wait to call her jazzy ass tommorow.

Saturday night fever

Last night was pretty ginnormagantuan, after having my thursday ruined, I still had plans to check out this lil' spot in Va Beach call Guadalajara's. Even though I swore off clubs in Va Beach, I can make one exception can't I? Anyways, I had to work on friday while everybody else had the day off, so as soon as I got to my spot in portsmouth I took a shower and went to see somebody... after that I went diggin and picked up some pretty cool stuff as you see... so I get to my apartment and my roomate's panties are in a bunch! Normally he's pretty laid back but today it was like this motherfucker had his soul stolen, so to get away from that I went to my boy and his wife's new house and it is on the way to being plushed out for reals. We went to Tropical Smoothie and came back and just had some laughs and played with his beautiful daughter Akayla...After that I had to fly back home because it was like 820 and my two boys Hino and Nick were like "We gotta be there at like 930 or we won't get in!" so I take that to the heart and rush home, wash up, iron some khakis, and a shirt throw on some box toes, pour up a cup and zoom outta there... so we link up and head out there. Now normally my survival list for the club is Trident Tropical Splash cause I've danced and talked with hella girls that have that dragon either from alcohol or just not brushin, Carmex cause I don't want chap ass lips, my Sidekick LX cause it's like my Visa and lastly Dolce, Dior or Blueblocker shades it depends on the look I wanna go for... so now we get to the door and the line isn't that thick but they've got a line for people with a preferred card which I now have an application for, a line for something else and the regular folks... so I'm like damn I don't feel right going to the club without gum, so I run back to the car and I'm zoom down Va Beach blvd. looking for a gas station and all these muthafuckas are closed like it's the damn hood! Now you gotta think, this is the town center of Virginia Beach, a place where people walk their dogs at like 1 in the morning, one of the nicest parts of Virginia and it's like 945 and gas stations are closed WTF! So I'm zooming and finally I find a supermarket, and my boy calls me and is like "Where you at hurry up" so I get back there and I'm good to go... So boom we get in there and the first thing I'm reminded of is the club scenes in Knocked Up and 40 yo Virgin, I mean it was pretty upscale and the crowd was a lot different than I'm used to. Plus with a different ethnic group, I told my boy " I don't even know what to do!" but new experiences are always fun aren't they? So we sip and chill and I peep the dance floor, it's so thick with latin women my goodness, I mean normally I might see one or two when I go out that are just bad but here hot damn! There all on the floor spinning around dancing the Bachata and I'm just like wow. So I hit the floor and do my thing, after trial and error I find my swag and I'm out there salsain like my name is Ándrë! In the club it always helps to have a homeboy on your side for when theirs like two girls dancing, so you can simultaneously snatch them up and stop the left out one from hating cause she's not getting chosen. I thought my boy Bap was gonna be doing that but he was running around with a dude Kennedy, who was just talkin out the side of his neck about the chicks in their... so I resigned myself to the fact that even though I came with 4 other people, I was alone out there... oh yeah my old Division Officer was in there and I put tried to put him up on something but he has like ZER0 swag! I'd always tell him how I got down but he was amazed to actually see how I do it... I mean this man can't even Cupid Shuffle, it's a dance where you just listen to directions and move from left to right, kick and improvise... so the club is about to close and still in full swing when I get a text from bap sayin "Yo men this nigga kennedy out here vomiting his guts out" so I'm thinkin' he didn't ride with me so I just say "damn" and he texts me "Yo men come out nigga" and I ask him where's the dudes he rode with and I get no response, it may sound kinda fucked up but I hate to be the dude ruining a night and I hate to have mine ruined. So the lights come on and I meet this girl who looks like Amy Winehouse before the tattoo's... tall and sexy with raven hair so I say what's up and we have a battle of the wits, she tells me "you're cute but I have a boyfriend and he gets real jealous" and I say "Me too we've got so much in common!" so she takes my number down and calls so who knows? Outside just clowning and these girls are in a limo and my boy Nick who at work is a "dickhead jones" but out in these streets is a beast on these hoes, we go up to em and talk or whatever but the boyfriend is in the car.. Fuck him right so finally we just walk away to the garage. So were in the parking garage and this Expedition filled to the brim with three pop tart box sized girls, one is like "I want the chocolate one" and the other one is like "I want you (Nick) you know who you look like, Donny from making the band" he doesn't at all they were just drunk but he's a pretty decent looking white boy plus he's a lil cut up, so he takes off his shirt and the fat hoes go wild, we're just outside their truck just clowning and they're asking us what were doin after this, we should chill "blah blah blah" I'm not that lursty so I just say I got a girl and peace out...

Friday night lights

It's nights like last night that are gonna make entourage my club of choice.... yesterday I'm chillin at home and I hear a knock at the door... I open it and I see a pretty cute black chick with braces she's like "uh is mike here" so I'm like he's not here come in and make yourself comfortable..now first off I'm kinda hot at mike and I charged him up about it because I had asked Mike a long time ago if there were any girls he worked with at the post office that looked decent and he was like 'nah theres this white girl Mcdonald." It so happens Mcdonald lives right by us, so see her and she's got a body like a pop tart box, and now I see her and I know they kick it or whatever so yeah....we make the introductions and her name is Keeta, so said so done, Mike gets back and we argue about some bullshit.
So I head out to ship off my xbox that got that damn red light of death! While I'm out I pick up a bottle of Svedka vodka which a girl in J'ville kinda put me on... so I head back and chick is doin her hair at my crib or whatever so were sittin around watchin Jeopardy and the chick goes home to get ready to go out... so I'm callin my dogs to see who's goin out tonight.. My boy Tory is goin to North Carolina to get up with a broad and it's fucked up cause he was the main one talkin about goin out of whatever... and my dog Lloyd said he's gonna take his sister and her son out to the movies then applebees probably not in that order but he wasn't gonna be goin.... so it looked like it was just me, Mike, JP and this they dude they work with. So I go out and get some subway and get some juice for the vodka, and by the time I get back I see it's like 915 and I'm like damn I gotta get ready!
One thing about that normal people don't get ready to go out at 9 o fuckin clock at night, unless you're tryna get in free or catch some kind of special. But here in Virginia where the clubs close at 130 and don't start jumpin till 12 you have to do things like that... so I shower, jump fresh and start to get my sip on. And since I discovered the secret to making perfect drinks I'm a beast... the secret is moderation, I mean I wanna get drunk but the key is a good alcohol to chaser ratio... I'd say about 1 part liquor to 3 parts juice. Anyway I'm comin out of the shower about to put my shirt on when Mike's homeboy from work comes in drunk as hell and with a sweaty ass bald head, wearing some damn slip on Lugz boots... So were shootin' the shit and I go to my room and come out and I can't believe my eyes. I see JP lookin' like a damn stallion... now when I first saw her she had on some jeans and a little t shirt or whatever, and she was lookin good then but she stepped out in a damn blue dress that hit all her curves and complimented the shit out of her, I'm talkin thicka than a damn snicka! I was honestly shocked but yeah, so we all sip and make to go cups with these disposable coffee cup's with lids I think Mike stole from Wawa or something... and we head out... so boom we make it to the club and all of us were pretty twisted so we're on the dance floor gettin' it...
I'm not really gonna hit y'all with a play by play... but highlights were me and JP being the only ones on the dance floor grindin, Mike pullin this bad ass redbone, me and JP dancing more, Oh yeah the boy Lloyd made an apearance and I kinda pulled a duck ass move.... it all started with another one of my boys, anytime we'd be dancin with a chick this cat would come in front and dance, put her arms around his neck and for all intents and purposes take your girl! Now there's no real hard feelings but after all is said and done the next day we cuss his ass out for shit like that.... so yeah Lloyd tries that shit with me and I ask her "do you know this guy? Cause I don't" all the while I'm pushin him off... so he's like aww you duck ass dude I do know you and you're a hater blah blah blah! Biggest high light of the night though was Mike getting kicked out the club, and me having to leave early and miss out on who knows what to look for his drunk ass calling him a million times until I find him with no shoes, fireman carry him to the car where we all pass out in the car.