PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR!

Last night was a crazy one.

So I spent most of the evening in emotional ups and downs--which is what happens when you are stuck in relationship purgatory if you will. Coming off a busy day, some people like to relax. Me, I wanna go out and blow some steam, drink some beers, and have some fun. Well at least that’s what I wanted to do last night. So after some time of doing the “Should I / Shouldn’t I” bullshit, I got a BlackBerry message from my homegirl Dez saying, “I got an extra ticket if you decide to come”. What was the ticket for? DJ SupaFlash was hosting a "Kool Aid" party. Not to be mistaken with THE KOOL-AID DRINK! That may not mean anything to anyone who doesn’t know what a kool aid party is– but for those that do – wow.

DJ SupaFlash + Kool-Aid

Yeah. I know.

The shit was bananas. The crowd wasn’t packed with a bunch of youts, everyone was in positive moods, people were dancing, singing out the words, and OBVIOUSLY the music was amazing.

So I wake up “this morning” at like noon and I feel paper against my face. I’m like, “What the fuck is this? I better be laying in a pool of money!” lol. I look up and I have a wristband on as if I just left an all inclusive resort with my high school’s graduating class or some shit. The wristband said, “kool-aid. – do your duty & shake that booty!!!”

I mean, shit. I know subliminal messaging works, but damn. Motherfuckers was doing some serious bootyshaking last night yo hahahaha!!

Shout out to everyone I seen last night that hailed me up. Shout out to Dez for the ticket, the whole LS fam, the group of friends that came through the shop and broke a corkscrew in a bottle of wine, My Man Bernie, Var from Maple for always hooking it up, Brock – I don’t remember whether I actually found you or not homey!, and on and on and on.. and a special, special, special shout out goes to my homegirl Sophia. Last night was amazing. A – maze – zing! It’s always good to see you!!!

OK – so quick story before I sign off:

My “homegirl”, says her sister’s gonna be there. I’m like whatevers. Then when we get there, I realize that her sister is actually a girl that I thought was just her friend. Not that that matters, but anyways.. Her sister turns to me and goes, “So I was looking through some of my old pictures and I realized that when I first came to Philadelphia, you sold me some weed”. LOL. I was like, “Are you from Westchester?!” and she’s like, “Yeah, I was friends with Reggie and he said that he could get me some weed and he showed up at my house with YOU”.WTF WAS SHE DOING IN NY!?! ANYWAY...SMALL WORLD! LMAO!! I was fucking dying yo. What are the chances?? So apparently she took a picture, and in the picture she said that I’m wearing a batting glove!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!! On some mid-90’s Hip-Hop shit! Holy fuck, I was laughing my ass off, foreal. She said she’ll send me the pic, and when she does I may or may not post it up for you guys to see! lol.

Aight, I’m out now foreal.

Have a good week everybody!

Be Easyyyy.