So after deciding to meet with some friends for some wings and some drinks, I thought the evening would be alright, even though the prospect of a new drinking place (at least to me & my GF) ultimately was something I had a hang up over... ( redneck ass white bar, and 12 negroes walk in congregatin' n' shit!) but for the most part I was not mad at the prospect of 20 cent wings. (such the negro lol)
What my intention was ^ (minus the watermelon)
So we had been warned as to :
a) how expensive the drinks were (-)
b) how good the wings were (+)
c) The owner: "Shes A Bitch" (c) Missy Elliot
d) how good (and cheap) the wings were (+)
so the GF & I decided to tag along for a drunken, chicken filled night w/ the fam (with games being on the screens). Apparently, they've had troubles w/ the owner before (hence the bitch reference). So even with us being in the "colored section" there were problems:
a) Thou fitted shall not be on tilt. ( I noticed a sign as we walked in saying that there was to be no "medallions, durags *or something like that*, or tilted hats)
b) negroes are only allowed to stay the max. 1hr.
c) no "nigga jams"
Thats right, this wonderful establishment wouldnt let us play music.... that was already on the jukebox anyways.
^^This could've gotten you 5 songs... well none thanks to that punta! *spanish inflection* U wont be happy once she waddles away.
So, my wonderful GF decides that she would like to spend her hard earned $ to hear some songs on that wonderful jukebox. She goes and puts her slave owner baseball cards into the machine and chooses her songs. We only heard 2 of them.
The owner decided she wanted to hobble over to the jukebox, breathing down her neck as she was picking songs. Once the GF picks her songs, she waddles over and pays to not hear "our" music.
Yep! (c) Jay-Z:
WE SEE IT.
She PAID to hear the horrible country songs that most of her patrons are more accustomed to than a Sara Bareilles song (actually that, being a white artist was acceptable) it was the Mario- Music For Love that set her off on a 40 song buying rampage (and God forbid they play a Ne-Yo song, tho Allure was a nice touch, playing it in front of her shitty ass songs Stan). Then came the bullshit excuse when she went back to buy more songs (GF went back up to talk to her about paying for music to play over hers) then she says that she wanted to hear the songs because "she wouldnt be there tomorrow, or early" or some racist cover-up ass shit.
*cough* ^^ *cough*
So while this broad was worried bout "the colored section", something else was brewing dead in her face.
^Oh Noes! OHYEAH! (c) Kool-Aid Man (It was like this, but with older, drunker broads)
So after then many threats from one broad (and her instigatin' ass friend, including the main broad being taken outside and the friend getting into it with the intended woman) they come back inside. And I like how my guy Marcus put it:
"Eventually, the husband got into it with Weebles and the group got up and left...not without saying goodbye to Pink first .Now comes the clencher! After 3-4 failed attempts to start a fight, we thought nothing would happen until the Grey groups was heading out when the shit talking happened again (mind you, an important fact was pointed out to me that these women probably knew each other by calling out each other's names as they cursed each other out). One Grey approached Pink and started again, but she seemed alot more agitated with the liquid courage running through her tiny body. She stomped and was held back by the husband but he couldn't hold her for long. She pulled a guys chair out as he sat in it, before hitting Pink in the face. That's when shit got interesting! The fight we all waited for ensued and it didn't let us down. Another Grey hit Pink they were taken down to the floor. I don't remember how or who the husband got into it but he got fucked up as he was thrown to the floor TWICE...why...because he didn't learn the first time. More shit slinging happened as they were broken up and we, the only black people in that bar, watched and had absolutely nothing to do with it. It was a good feeling. "
It really was. Seeing some guy try and be chivalrous and fightin the other husband for no reason while defending his wrong ass ,fight startin ass, drunk ass wife's "honor" get faceplanted...Twice= Good Feeling. But of course after the fight everyone ( see: niggas) had to leave (while several people stayed at the bar drinking for extended periods of time) and for the next hour or so, we sat in the parking lot and were glad that a set-back ass moment was not done by the black people.
And the best part is:
I got it on my phone :)
^Ayo Techology (c) 50 & Justin
And yes, as soon as I can get it off of my phone, I will be posting that moment from this historic night. Kinda sad that we have to celebrate that it wasnt "us" for a change. But hey we'll take it lol.
So yeah in short:
a) Phuck JJ Kelley's
b) fuck that "weebles wobble but they dont fall down" ass bitch... (c) Marcus
c) Their excuse is that Jay-Z- Allure caused it, or maybe Music for love... either way, the savageness of the even calm negro somehow defused into the whites at the bar and made them agressive ( see: Africanized) which is why we had to leave... who knows... oh well lots of places will give me better chicken, with drinks, and sauces, and better non drunk racist evnironment containing music and sports (see: Hooters)
And on that note... Post #1: Completed.
Leave Comments my peoples.
Side note: Im Keeping this going with anything else that happens to me/us/the world.
See ya'll tonight for more drinks.
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