What It Do?!?!

So I wrote this whole post about drinking a What It Do this weekend, but I think this post and the story kind of sucks. If you want the short version this is how it goes. Friday I drank a bunch of beer and then a What It Do. I blacked out and the next day I wanted to puke but I didn't. The end.

If you still want to read the rest of this shit, then proceed at your own risk.

Yeah so that shit up there is what you need to make your very own What It Do. For those that don't know the What It Do is this drink you can purchase at certain bay area liquor stores. The only spots I know of are out in Bayview/Hunter's point. Oh and one spot in the mission. But yeah it's sold as a combo pack, its kind of like a happymeal but with alcohol and no actual food or toys. Well actually they sell you those little mini bottles of alcohol with it and those are kind of like toys because they make you feel like a giant. Or maybe they just make me feel like a giant but so what it's alcohol and that's good.

Now these aren't drinks you can pick up at your neighborhood 7-eleven or anything you got to roll down to hyphy part of town. The What It Do isn't your only choice either. If you would like a different type of this fine liqueur you can go with the CuttyBang or the Killahoe. The Killahoe is more along the lines of the What It Do while the CuttyBang is more a fine mix of very flavorsome sweet fruits, juniper, and citrus aromas. The actual ingredients for the CuttyBang consist of 2 mini bottles of Bacardi Limon, one mini bottle of Tanqueray, one mini bottle of Seagrams, and one 6oz can of Dole Pineapple juice. I can't remember the exact ingredients for the Killahoe but I do know it uses a koolaid jammer and is a different color than the What It Do.

My friends know that I don't like liquor. I think its for cheaters (Kaleb thinks not drinking it is lady like, well fuck you Kaleb). I don't fuck with this shit on the regular because I can't pace myself with it. I'm use to beers and drinking those, you throw some fucking liquor in the mix and it just fucks up my whole shit. A fact that has proven itself a number of times. Now what got me to actually want to drink a What It Do was that the actual drink is fucking called What It Do. If you don't know about the phrase "what it do" then peep the Keak Da Sneak song of the same name. With a name as awesome as "What It Do" you know I had to skeet skirt my ass to where ever the fuck this drink was sold with a motherfucking quickness.

I first heard about the drink through DJ Marz who is quite the What It Do advocator. I didn't get a chance to actually try it until about 2 weeks ago when I got a call from Marz asking me if I'd be at home for a bit. I said yes and he said "ok, I'll be there soon." One hour later he shows up in quite an excited frenzy with a bag full of miniture alcohol bottles and various juice boxes. Unfortunatly he could not find a place that sold Kool Aid Jammers by the single, only the 10 packs, so we were forced to make our What It Do's with berry flavored Juicey Juice. The taste was still the same as the What It Do but the color wasn't as blue as it was suppose to be. But that's ok cause it still had the proper effect as Marz explained it best. He said "If you buy a girl from the suburbs a what it do she will say "what it do???" but then after she drinks a what it do she will say "WHAT IT DOOOOOO!!!!!" After watching Marz flex his amazing bartender skills I was prepared to drink something I thought would taste like total shit but much to my surprise the drink is actually pretty fucking good. The CuttyBang has more of a punch to it than the What It Do because of the What It Do's high sugar content and higher content of flavored water.

This past weekend I once again drank a What It Do but this time the reaction was worse than my first time. You see on friday an old friend of mine, Walker, was in town and I thought that was a good reason to get loaded so on the way home I stopped to get some beers for some pregame action. I should have called ahead to see my girlfriend had bought some but I didn't and I was wrong. She had already picked up a twelve of Red Hook. Oh well that just meant I could get my pregame on a little sooner. So around 8 or so Walker and his lady arrive at our apartment. We get to drinking beers and just bullshitting about shit.

When we finally decide to break out and hit the bar I'm pretty well primed for drinking. We got to Amnesia where Ross Hogg and Neta were djing that evening and got our swerve on. At one point I recieve a call from Marz asking where we were at because he wants to come through. I let him know and a while later I recieve another call asking me if I want a What It Do. Not being one to turn down a fine drink such as that I told him to bring two of them. A few beers later Marz rolls into the bar with a little skateboard under one arm and What It Do's under the other. He breaks them out and starts mixing them right there at our table. Me being a gracious host I hand Walker and his girlfriend two cups and then after some time passes I proceed to not remember a goddamn thing.

Apparently after my brain decided to no longer inform me of its duties or what was going on around me. Marz was spotted trying to ollie off the stage with his mini skateboard. Later we left Amnesia to hit up another club down the street, 26 mix. I don't remember going there but I do have a vague memory of telling someone I wanted fried pork rhines from the corner store nearby. I don't know if that actually happened because the only thing I know for sure is that when I work up the next day I felt like I'd been hit by a fucking truck. I layed around in bed trying to ignore my stomache which was trying to tell me that vomitting was a brilliant idea. I probably should have thrown up but I just didn't want to do it. I've had to throw up to many times and I felt as if it was time to tell my stomache who was boss. At last around 5 oclock in the afternoon my stomache finally gave into the battle of wills and I was victorious. Well victorious aside from the fact that I still felt like shit but at least I wasn't going to puke.
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