Party Like Its 1999...
Sweet Jeebus...
That went a lot better than I thought it would go. And I woke up just fine, albeit a little late, 3:00pm.
I was picked up at my house at about 11:30 and my friend, acompanied by two fine females, went to Tony's house to meet up with the rest of the group. Once there we found out that no sneakers were allowed so we rushed back to my house and I jackedmy brother's 50lb+ church shoes and headed back to Tony's. We got a our shit together and my friend's and I did a couple of pre-game warm up since the "water" at the club is known to be expensive. I got there a bit late so I could only take an equivalent of 3...um...chugs of...um...water. That's only because I had this stupid jamaican tourist shot glas....cup that was bigger than my friends. they had taken about an equivalent of 5 chugs. So that was our pre gamer and we headed out the door to the van and went to the club. We got there and that shit was full as hell. However, in the presence of the best looking women in the line, and probably in the club (all which were in my group), and my degree of sharpness that night, sporting the nice shoes, button down shirt, and black baggy pants; I did not faulter. We kept ourselves entertained out in the line and the wait wasn't all that bad.
The entrance fee was ten dollars, no sweat when you dealin with people like me ;). And the age limit was 18. I'm in, baby! The club was packed as hell, omg. We edged our way to the middle of the dance floor and proceded to begin the ritual that initiates dancing but which no one can quite tell how to execute. One second we are all walking and the next we are all dancing. Personally, I don't care how it works. So we start dancing but on the way to the dance floor some of our girls break off and head to the bar so get some of that expensive colored water that everybody keeps talkin about. The girls come back later and join the party.
And so we go into the night, being the life of the party as always...A couple fights...subdued...The people were alive...every person in that room had a part...we all kept turning up the heat. What ensued was the extreme soakage of everybody's outfit. We were all sweating our asses offf but the beautiful thing is that nobody gave a fuck. We kept dancing and dancing. I admit I have a lot to work on. I kept up with most of the girls in the group cept for Tiff and Jessica. Holy hell, I could only keep up for a second and then my hips malfunctioned and keeping up became impossible. God that was fun, LoL. However, with Maria, Maria, and Andrea, I held my own but I'm sure they coulda blown me away. But...when it came to going low and I mean low to the floor, I matched all the ladies inch for inch. The culmanation of all my training was present last night. Oh yes it was. I won't lie, though, my legs were burning, LoL. And so we went deeper into the night...
In the end we some of use left and some of us stayed. We met up with some friends at the club but they disappeared into the crowd and did their own thing. Maybe going after the girl dancing on top of the bar...The ones who did not leave ended up last night. A breather was in order. Some of us who took 5 pre gamers and god knows what else were feeling the full effects. I was laughing my ass off. (I was just a spectator). I had some colored water but even then I was sobered enough to drive. (I didn't drive at all last night, I'm just using it as a point of reference.) We all ended up outside at some point or another. LoL...I exchanged some pleseantries with some of the laides and we headed off back to Tony's. After getting a ride from some people not going to IHOP, I ended up at my house at around 5:30. I put on the alarm and headed straight for my room to change. I was a mess. I was soaking in what was a myriad of spilled drinks, my sweat, and the sweat of my dancing partners. It was beautiful. This is the symbol of a good time. I had fun and I basked in aftermath of my fun. I had a good time and from what I heard, so did everybody else.
That went a lot better than I thought it would go. And I woke up just fine, albeit a little late, 3:00pm.
I was picked up at my house at about 11:30 and my friend, acompanied by two fine females, went to Tony's house to meet up with the rest of the group. Once there we found out that no sneakers were allowed so we rushed back to my house and I jackedmy brother's 50lb+ church shoes and headed back to Tony's. We got a our shit together and my friend's and I did a couple of pre-game warm up since the "water" at the club is known to be expensive. I got there a bit late so I could only take an equivalent of 3...um...chugs of...um...water. That's only because I had this stupid jamaican tourist shot glas....cup that was bigger than my friends. they had taken about an equivalent of 5 chugs. So that was our pre gamer and we headed out the door to the van and went to the club. We got there and that shit was full as hell. However, in the presence of the best looking women in the line, and probably in the club (all which were in my group), and my degree of sharpness that night, sporting the nice shoes, button down shirt, and black baggy pants; I did not faulter. We kept ourselves entertained out in the line and the wait wasn't all that bad.
The entrance fee was ten dollars, no sweat when you dealin with people like me ;). And the age limit was 18. I'm in, baby! The club was packed as hell, omg. We edged our way to the middle of the dance floor and proceded to begin the ritual that initiates dancing but which no one can quite tell how to execute. One second we are all walking and the next we are all dancing. Personally, I don't care how it works. So we start dancing but on the way to the dance floor some of our girls break off and head to the bar so get some of that expensive colored water that everybody keeps talkin about. The girls come back later and join the party.
And so we go into the night, being the life of the party as always...A couple fights...subdued...The people were alive...every person in that room had a part...we all kept turning up the heat. What ensued was the extreme soakage of everybody's outfit. We were all sweating our asses offf but the beautiful thing is that nobody gave a fuck. We kept dancing and dancing. I admit I have a lot to work on. I kept up with most of the girls in the group cept for Tiff and Jessica. Holy hell, I could only keep up for a second and then my hips malfunctioned and keeping up became impossible. God that was fun, LoL. However, with Maria, Maria, and Andrea, I held my own but I'm sure they coulda blown me away. But...when it came to going low and I mean low to the floor, I matched all the ladies inch for inch. The culmanation of all my training was present last night. Oh yes it was. I won't lie, though, my legs were burning, LoL. And so we went deeper into the night...
In the end we some of use left and some of us stayed. We met up with some friends at the club but they disappeared into the crowd and did their own thing. Maybe going after the girl dancing on top of the bar...The ones who did not leave ended up last night. A breather was in order. Some of us who took 5 pre gamers and god knows what else were feeling the full effects. I was laughing my ass off. (I was just a spectator). I had some colored water but even then I was sobered enough to drive. (I didn't drive at all last night, I'm just using it as a point of reference.) We all ended up outside at some point or another. LoL...I exchanged some pleseantries with some of the laides and we headed off back to Tony's. After getting a ride from some people not going to IHOP, I ended up at my house at around 5:30. I put on the alarm and headed straight for my room to change. I was a mess. I was soaking in what was a myriad of spilled drinks, my sweat, and the sweat of my dancing partners. It was beautiful. This is the symbol of a good time. I had fun and I basked in aftermath of my fun. I had a good time and from what I heard, so did everybody else.