Yeah, so there was a lot on my plate this weekend. Drew's get-together
where Bru and I extended our undefeated streak in spades. This was the
closest game, due to my admitted and arrogance and lack-of-focus. I
mean, who is going to beat us? Saturday, I dropped $60 in the comic
book store and stopped to see my moms before heading to see fellow HU
alum G. "Alvarez" Ried in the play, "A Lesson Before Dying". Good
stuff; the last run of this show is this weekend at the H street
playhouse. After the play, I shot out to VA to get my Star Wars DVD set
and some grub from California Pizza Kitchen. On the way back into NW
DC, I saw the most retarded shit in a long time. Peep:
I'm traveling north on New Jersey Avenue when I come to the stop light
at the intersection of New Jersey and New York avenues. You know, right
where Bible Way Temple is... On the corner to the left is some cat in a
pair of jean shorts and a fleece who looks at me and says something to
the effect of, "Excuse me sir, check this out I'm going--to break dance
for you." Money then proceeds to do the classic B-boy preparatory dance
(whatever that shit is called right before they do something) in front
of a big sheet of cardboard. Before you know it, slim is spinning on
his head, but he's doing it mad slow. I look to my right to ask my
homegirl if she's seeing this, and when I turn back, I see it. This
grown ass man, is standing on his head...P-poppin'!!! For those who
don't know what I'm referring to, just imagine a dance hall queen who
stands on her head and proceeds to gyrate and poke out her pelvis in
staccato fashion. Now, to see a woman do it, is spectacular, because
it's a feminine dance. But to see a grown ass man, on a hot ass
day...with jean shorts and a hot ass fleece do it...is wrong on so many
levels.
I'll skip to Sunday, because after that, nothing else matters on
Saturday. Sunday, Lynn, Tical and I rode out to Kings Dominion. If you
love roller coasters, and you've never been on the Hypersonic XLC, you
have not ridden a roller coaster. that shit--is great!!! It's pretty
much a hydraulic slingshot. Volcano is thorough too, which I hadn't
been on either. In fact, it had been roughly four or five years since
I'd been to Kings Dominion. As soon as I got back from KD, I had to
roll out to Ra Supreme's birthday get-together. Have you noticed, that
once you get grown, you don't have parties, you have get-together's? I
think it's because the word "party" can imply some dumb shit that you
don't necessarily want to happen in your crib with your shit.