Aight, So Check It....
So. Did Vick and I ever make it to MJQ? Hell fucking yeah. Quentin finally called at about 11:45 or so. He said he'd call between 10 and 11. I'm kinda glad that it worked out the way it did, actually. As I've mentioned before, MJQ doesn't get crackin' til late. I was feeling pretty fucking tired before we left, though, so I got in my bed and had a light sleep. I told Vick to wake me up if the phone rang, and just as she was about to crawl into bed, the phone did ring: Quentin was waiting downstairs with Reca.
As Reca was driving to MJQ, Vick and I kept exchanging glances that were full of fucking excitement. We both knew that we were in for some good times that night. When we finally arrived, MJQ was fucking packed. Quentin got us in, and we walked down the slope that led to a party heaven. Seeing as MJQ is literally underground, water was leaking down and forming little pools. I stepped in one. Yeah. I had my chucks on. Canvas + water = cold feet. :( I got over it real quick. Vick and I checked our coats in, and went to the dancefloor. Quentin stopped at the bar, and Reca went God-knows-where. We started to dance and whatnot, when all of a sudden I feel someone's tits pushing into me. I turn around and Taya is standing there cheesing at me. Her and Johana hugged me, and then Taya was like, "How the hell did you get in here? You ain't 21!" and I laughed and said, "Quentin." She laughed and then grabbed my hand and pulled me on stage. I wasn't going up there alone, so I grabbed Vick's hand and she followed me up there. We all start dancing and whatnot.
You wanna know something that's beautiful? Bodies on top of bodies all dancing and grooving with one another. I absolutely LURVE it. But, almost as soon as I got up on stage, I was being pulled back down. Quentin grabbed my hand, and smiled up at me. I leaned down to him, and he was like, "Man, I tried to catch you before you got on stage, yo. Ya'll just moved right outta my reach." I hopped offa stage, and we started to dance. SHAWTY! It was too fun. I got hot and sweaty, and that's when you know you're having a good ass time. The DJ was spinning the right stuff: from Michael Jackson's "Rock With You" to Ying Yang Twin's "Shake It Like A Saltshaker." Ying Yang coulda been left out, though. But what can I say? They're from Atlanta, I'm in an Atlanta nightclub....of course they're gonna play that shit.
We dance nonstop for about three hours straight, and then MJQ closes. See, I hate this new fucking law about how everything must close by three. It used to be four or so. That woulda been an extra hour of hot dancing with my man.......................OR an extra hour of being groped and grabbed and reached for by nasty nasty men. It's not so much that the guys were ugly, as they didn't know how to approach a woman. Grabbing my waist so that my ass is directly on your crotch is not a way to get me to dance with you. Ugh.
We finally all left MJQ for this other party at Peter St. Hell, I think that's the name of the place. I felt a little outta place cause everyone knew each other, and then there was me and Vick. *laughs* It was cool though. We took a seat and attempted to stay awake, which we did...semi-successfully. I didn't really drink anything, but I sure did smoke. So, we all just sat around, basically; Vick was wrapped up on Reca, and I was wrapped up on Quentin. Quentin had to spin his set, though...so I waited while he did that. And he did it so well. I'm not just saying that cause he's with me, I'd say it even if he wasn't. He must've been really feeling the music that night. After all was said and done, we left and came back here.
It was just going on 7am by the time I got into bed with Quentin. 7am. Yeah, I love it. Before I did however, I gave him his present. He totally loved it and gushed over it. It was enough for me, really. *smiles big* So then we did get into bed, and I didn't really wake up until about 4pm. A sister was kinda tired. Carlesha, Morgan, and Nneka came over to chill out for a few hours. We wrestled and laughed and such. Then they left, and my homegirls Christie and Rasheda (hears Christie saying, "Infected Rash!!!") came up to Atlanta to see lil' ol' me. They go to Valdosta State, and you can catch their lives at cnh_ and rashizle. I never realized how much I miss them until I saw them again. They make me laugh.
I wish I coulda shown them around or something, but all that must be done during the day. :( But hey, if they come home for Spring Break instead of going to Florida or somewhere, they said they'd go to Apache with me on a Tuesday. To Chris and Rashie: I'm holding ya'll to that! DON'T BE TRYIN TO BACK OUT, CRACKS AND RASH! Ya'll will love it, believe me. Christie will finally find white people she fits in perfectly with. :P I heart you guys.
And then...Quentin finally left cause he was gonna go DJ at the Masquerade. How yummy. And then I went to bed. I was a little too tired for my own britches. Yeah, I said it. But, I woke up after about 30 minutes cause I heard someone yelling incoherently in my dorm. I opened my door to a panic-stricken Whitney and Nick (not my Nick, but a Nick that lives here.) who are like, "Vicki is REALLY drunk. Like, we're scared she might have alcohol poisoning." So, immediately, I went into Mother Melissa mode. (Alliteration rocks!) I got her some water, and whatnot. We all sat in there with her while she threw up and moaned about people hating her. *sighs* She's asleep right now, thank God.
And then..I'm here now. It's 11:45 on a Sunday morning. I have class tomorrow, dammit. No, I don't get the holiday off. Fuckers.
As Reca was driving to MJQ, Vick and I kept exchanging glances that were full of fucking excitement. We both knew that we were in for some good times that night. When we finally arrived, MJQ was fucking packed. Quentin got us in, and we walked down the slope that led to a party heaven. Seeing as MJQ is literally underground, water was leaking down and forming little pools. I stepped in one. Yeah. I had my chucks on. Canvas + water = cold feet. :( I got over it real quick. Vick and I checked our coats in, and went to the dancefloor. Quentin stopped at the bar, and Reca went God-knows-where. We started to dance and whatnot, when all of a sudden I feel someone's tits pushing into me. I turn around and Taya is standing there cheesing at me. Her and Johana hugged me, and then Taya was like, "How the hell did you get in here? You ain't 21!" and I laughed and said, "Quentin." She laughed and then grabbed my hand and pulled me on stage. I wasn't going up there alone, so I grabbed Vick's hand and she followed me up there. We all start dancing and whatnot.
You wanna know something that's beautiful? Bodies on top of bodies all dancing and grooving with one another. I absolutely LURVE it. But, almost as soon as I got up on stage, I was being pulled back down. Quentin grabbed my hand, and smiled up at me. I leaned down to him, and he was like, "Man, I tried to catch you before you got on stage, yo. Ya'll just moved right outta my reach." I hopped offa stage, and we started to dance. SHAWTY! It was too fun. I got hot and sweaty, and that's when you know you're having a good ass time. The DJ was spinning the right stuff: from Michael Jackson's "Rock With You" to Ying Yang Twin's "Shake It Like A Saltshaker." Ying Yang coulda been left out, though. But what can I say? They're from Atlanta, I'm in an Atlanta nightclub....of course they're gonna play that shit.
We dance nonstop for about three hours straight, and then MJQ closes. See, I hate this new fucking law about how everything must close by three. It used to be four or so. That woulda been an extra hour of hot dancing with my man.......................OR an extra hour of being groped and grabbed and reached for by nasty nasty men. It's not so much that the guys were ugly, as they didn't know how to approach a woman. Grabbing my waist so that my ass is directly on your crotch is not a way to get me to dance with you. Ugh.
We finally all left MJQ for this other party at Peter St. Hell, I think that's the name of the place. I felt a little outta place cause everyone knew each other, and then there was me and Vick. *laughs* It was cool though. We took a seat and attempted to stay awake, which we did...semi-successfully. I didn't really drink anything, but I sure did smoke. So, we all just sat around, basically; Vick was wrapped up on Reca, and I was wrapped up on Quentin. Quentin had to spin his set, though...so I waited while he did that. And he did it so well. I'm not just saying that cause he's with me, I'd say it even if he wasn't. He must've been really feeling the music that night. After all was said and done, we left and came back here.
It was just going on 7am by the time I got into bed with Quentin. 7am. Yeah, I love it. Before I did however, I gave him his present. He totally loved it and gushed over it. It was enough for me, really. *smiles big* So then we did get into bed, and I didn't really wake up until about 4pm. A sister was kinda tired. Carlesha, Morgan, and Nneka came over to chill out for a few hours. We wrestled and laughed and such. Then they left, and my homegirls Christie and Rasheda (hears Christie saying, "Infected Rash!!!") came up to Atlanta to see lil' ol' me. They go to Valdosta State, and you can catch their lives at cnh_ and rashizle. I never realized how much I miss them until I saw them again. They make me laugh.
I wish I coulda shown them around or something, but all that must be done during the day. :( But hey, if they come home for Spring Break instead of going to Florida or somewhere, they said they'd go to Apache with me on a Tuesday. To Chris and Rashie: I'm holding ya'll to that! DON'T BE TRYIN TO BACK OUT, CRACKS AND RASH! Ya'll will love it, believe me. Christie will finally find white people she fits in perfectly with. :P I heart you guys.
And then...Quentin finally left cause he was gonna go DJ at the Masquerade. How yummy. And then I went to bed. I was a little too tired for my own britches. Yeah, I said it. But, I woke up after about 30 minutes cause I heard someone yelling incoherently in my dorm. I opened my door to a panic-stricken Whitney and Nick (not my Nick, but a Nick that lives here.) who are like, "Vicki is REALLY drunk. Like, we're scared she might have alcohol poisoning." So, immediately, I went into Mother Melissa mode. (Alliteration rocks!) I got her some water, and whatnot. We all sat in there with her while she threw up and moaned about people hating her. *sighs* She's asleep right now, thank God.
And then..I'm here now. It's 11:45 on a Sunday morning. I have class tomorrow, dammit. No, I don't get the holiday off. Fuckers.