Beer and Rap music

This winner was spotted out front of that pizza spot next to DNA Lounge on Saturday night. It was some dresscode bullshit commercial rap party. It's nice to see the fancyboys ruin their lame ass clothes, fucking strawberry.

Friday I got off work, came home played computer until it was time to roll out to 330 rich where Stef was djing a happy hour for her coworkers. I rolled through for some anchor steams and hang around some people who I don't think I've ever been around sober. Fortunately some people I actually knew were there so it wasn't super weird. After that shit we rolled up to Lit for this party Hoodies and Heels, well I think that was the name. They had 2 dollar red stripes and I was ready to drink them. Dj started playing some southern rap and I started yelling rap words. I don't think anyone but me thought that was a good idea. I guess I got kind of loaded and blacked out. Like I remember being out front of the club drinking beer and the bartender taking it out of my hand but that was it. Apparently while we were getting ready to hail a cab this bus pulls up and my drunk ass decided to get on it thinking it might take me home. Nevermind that the bus was going the wrong way. Stef and Mike were like what the fuck and hopped in a cab. I don't know where that bus went or where I went but when the beer let go of my thinking I was walking up the stairs to my apartment and my phone was ringing. I pick up and it's Stef wondering where the hell I am. I walked in and find that she had ordered pizza and it was awesome.

Saturday I woke up kind of jacked but shit wasn't too bad. I had some breakfast and water and I was alright. Was kind of shaky most of the day but I figured that since we were going out to this Time Machine, Giant Panda, and PUTS show I'd just have some beers and my pains would go away, at least until the next morning. You know what, I was right. I threw back some fullsails and the pain disappeared like magic. That night I even got a free scion t-shirt to match my scion wristband. Scion is the greatest!



In the front row of the show there was some kid whose wet dream came to life when Time Machine got on stage. Now I like time machine but this dude really really liked them. He was like the sign language person for anyone who could not understand the rap. Dude was doing all these fucking hand gestures for whatever words they would say. It was actually pretty funny, well to me. Someone should make a guide of proper rap hand gestures. Like how when people start rapping fast they must twitch their fingers and make their hand talk very fast. Or how rappers need to do the side to side touch of imaginary words. Explaining this shit doesn't work to well I need visuals. That's a project for another day though, The Visual Guide to Proper Hiphop Hand Gestures.

Sunday I woke up kind of janky but not as bad as saturday. I rolled out ot amoeba to buy some rap music. They didn't have too much to get excited about though so I decided to man up some dvds. Got A Place Called Chiapas and Straight Out Of Hunters Point. Almost got this Fidel Castro documentary that came out a while ago. I've been meaning to check it out for a long as time but never have. Those assholes at amoeba wanted 28 bucks for that shit though, fuck that. Those dicks need to get their prices right.

so yeah that's all I got, I drank beer, blacked out, saw some dude roll around in his own vomit and laughed at the way a kid moved his hands.