So, last night I went to this ghetto urban spot [see plastic cups? smh!] called 95 South in Brooklyn. I can't remember the last time I partied in Brooklyn. Actually, I can. It was when I wasn't able to get into Manhattan parties, Brooklyn clubs would let me in. No matter how old I was...all I had to do was crack a smile, twinkle my eyes and show my ass arch my back while walking in and it was all good.
Last night was a serious reminder of why I can't stand to party in my favorite borough. Thebum looking broads girls in the club were completely out of my caliber. I mean why should I be in a party where bitches are wearing air max sneakers and tims?? Somebody hand me a paperbag ... I'm about to puke =/
I went because my older brother Jose [pictured above with me] was having a party there, as he does every Friday, and I've been dodging him everytime but last night he was like "Please Sis, just come through for a little bit". I mean it was only a 15 minute car ride, so I was like fuck it. Man, when I seen the gray sweats and tims, I had to look up and see who was wearing it. But then I thought about it, realized I was in the hood, took the almost wanting to regurgitate look off my face, then looked up and smiled casually at what looked to be someone's mother.
I felt like an outcast. Like one of those 'pick out the odd one' elementary school assignments. From the moment I walked in till the moment I walked out, people were staring at me [guess they were never taught that staring is rude].
Never again. Jose, if you're reading this - please don't feel a way, just hurry and move your events to the city. I'm happy I got a chance to hang out with my brother, but the only way you'll have me back up in that bitch again is if I decided to take you up on your offer to work the door and make some quick cash.
Love You Zae!
Last night was a serious reminder of why I can't stand to party in my favorite borough. The
I went because my older brother Jose [pictured above with me] was having a party there, as he does every Friday, and I've been dodging him everytime but last night he was like "Please Sis, just come through for a little bit". I mean it was only a 15 minute car ride, so I was like fuck it. Man, when I seen the gray sweats and tims, I had to look up and see who was wearing it. But then I thought about it, realized I was in the hood, took the almost wanting to regurgitate look off my face, then looked up and smiled casually at what looked to be someone's mother.
I felt like an outcast. Like one of those 'pick out the odd one' elementary school assignments. From the moment I walked in till the moment I walked out, people were staring at me [guess they were never taught that staring is rude].
Never again. Jose, if you're reading this - please don't feel a way, just hurry and move your events to the city. I'm happy I got a chance to hang out with my brother, but the only way you'll have me back up in that bitch again is if I decided to take you up on your offer to work the door and make some quick cash.
Love You Zae!
