The Place: The Lake @ 63rd
The Time: Approx. 9pm(ish)
The Involved: Myself, The GF, and Cousin of GF
The Story:
So the 3 of us decide to go down to the lake and watch the fireworks. Good enough plan rite? We head down there fighting thru traffic and cops for a while. ( Apparently, it looked like someone fell in? who knows?) So after searchin for a place to sit and watch the fireworks at, we decide on a spot and sit.
THIS is what we hoped for^^
THIS is what we got.
See, we were treated to an extravaganza like none other.
See, we were treated to a real fireworks spectacular... problem is it was supplied by the negroes next to us in a "we just strolled to the dollar store 4 mins before we got here" variety, instead of the "the city of Chicago has spent $45,000,000 on a spectacular that could leave you blind, deaf, dumb, crippled or an amputee if you come within 40 yards" variety.
The "people" next to us: ONE man, 3 women (one pregnant, where was her man @?), and about 14 children. So the "kids" begin to light fireworks around the "adults". Several mins later we notice the "kids" have moved over in front of us and are now lighting the "fireworks" in front of us. Now the wind is blowing in off of the lake onto us. They light one, and the smoke blows directly onto us. Now we let it slide, although we are kinda upset about it. Now it happens a second time, and were angry.
So the GF goes over there and tells them that if they would like to light the "fizzy-firework-like-things" that they bought, that they should move them from in front of our faces.
Yeah, they were about to start alright.
So this man..... decides that he should then walk over to me and the following conversation goes a lil something like this:
Random nigga: Is this ya girl? *Points to GF*
Me: Yes.
RN: Ok well she came over and said something about us lighting fireworks, and we tryin to be out here wit the kids, and light "things you light on fire and are supposed to work somehow, not fizz in the sand and die a dishonorable death at the hands of incapable 6 yr olds and their "parents". So we want yall to have compassion for the kids *Clutches the kid he has in his hands a lil harder*
Me: Well we want you all to have compassion for us, with the smoke blowing directly in our faces.
RN: If you all didnt want to see fireworks you all shouldnt have come out here, its the 4th
Me: We came to see the Navy Pier "PROFESSIONAL" fireworks... all were askin is that you move it from in front of our faces. (Thought that it wasnt actually the 4th.. but let it slide)
RN: *Gets Louder* LET ME TALK! If the smoke was blowin in my face, id just move!
Me: Really?
RN: We out here tryin to...
GF: WELL WE DONT WANT SMOKE BLOWIN IN OUR FACES!!! JUST MOVE IT
Then here comes the baby factory attached to that random nigga
BF: WE DONT CONTROL THE WIND!
Me: Yes, but you can control what you put into the wind, you all didnt want it blowing on you and chose to move it in front of us
RN: Yall comin over there talkin to us, actin all bougie
Me: Im bougie cause i dont want smoke in my face? Not wanting cancer is bougie?
Now heres where it gets fun...
The pregnant friend walks over and in the greatest "im about to drop this "creation" and be a responsible "adult" (doubt it) she waddles over (w/o the help of her man to help defend the situation (sadly :'( ) and says:
PF: FUCK THESE NIGGAS THEY AINT SAYIN NOTHIN! FUCK EM THEY AINT GON MAKE US STOP FUCK EM.
Now at this time, I have never, eeeeeeever wanted to kick a pregnant woman so hard.. but she was about to get the Bryan Fury Mach Kick/ Punch combo with the quickness
Yeah.. something like this... he wouldve been proud.
So they walk/ waddle away. Suddenly the baby factory walks back over and well...here we go again
BF: *in the face of GF* idk who you are but i dont even talk to my man like that, and idk why u think that you can. *points finger in face*
GF: I can talk to whoever I want, however I want, and dont touch me
BF: I havent touched you yet
At this point RN walks over and grabs Procreation Inc., and tells me that "I need to get my girl", in which case, seeing as how I agree with her, im not "getting" her.
So as the 3 of us are talking amongst ourselves and theyre talking to themselves, and i get a call from my grandmother, i answer and then hear (from one of the random people over there):
Random retard: Oh hes callin someone now
Me: Its my grandmother...
So we decide to leave, and have a nice laugh about being "bougie" and its still going on till this day:
-That night as we ate Giordano's *good pizza = bougie*
-Knowing random facts/words *reading, knowledge... wtf! super bougie*
-Having Common Sense *off the charts on the boug-ometer*
and everything else that makes Black people "Bougie"
Oh... and to top everything else off for that night... I got a $150 ticket for parking in a "not very well marked" fire zone... then got in an arguement with some Malcom Jamal Warner- ala Malcom and Eddie lookin ass, AJ when he was hostin 106 & Park hittin on Free w/ the dreads lookin ass cop. Screamed on him for a few mins... Yeah still waitin on my shit for that one... but... not sweatin $150 tickets that much...
BOUGIE...
think about how bougie you will be in your life... it may shock you.
The Time: Approx. 9pm(ish)
The Involved: Myself, The GF, and Cousin of GF
The Story:
So the 3 of us decide to go down to the lake and watch the fireworks. Good enough plan rite? We head down there fighting thru traffic and cops for a while. ( Apparently, it looked like someone fell in? who knows?) So after searchin for a place to sit and watch the fireworks at, we decide on a spot and sit.
THIS is what we hoped for^^
THIS is what we got.
See, we were treated to an extravaganza like none other.
See, we were treated to a real fireworks spectacular... problem is it was supplied by the negroes next to us in a "we just strolled to the dollar store 4 mins before we got here" variety, instead of the "the city of Chicago has spent $45,000,000 on a spectacular that could leave you blind, deaf, dumb, crippled or an amputee if you come within 40 yards" variety.
The "people" next to us: ONE man, 3 women (one pregnant, where was her man @?), and about 14 children. So the "kids" begin to light fireworks around the "adults". Several mins later we notice the "kids" have moved over in front of us and are now lighting the "fireworks" in front of us. Now the wind is blowing in off of the lake onto us. They light one, and the smoke blows directly onto us. Now we let it slide, although we are kinda upset about it. Now it happens a second time, and were angry.
So the GF goes over there and tells them that if they would like to light the "fizzy-firework-like-things" that they bought, that they should move them from in front of our faces.
Yeah, they were about to start alright.
So this man...
.. decides that he should then walk over to me and the following conversation goes a lil something like this:Random nigga: Is this ya girl? *Points to GF*
Me: Yes.
RN: Ok well she came over and said something about us lighting fireworks, and we tryin to be out here wit the kids, and light "things you light on fire and are supposed to work somehow, not fizz in the sand and die a dishonorable death at the hands of incapable 6 yr olds and their "parents". So we want yall to have compassion for the kids *Clutches the kid he has in his hands a lil harder*
Me: Well we want you all to have compassion for us, with the smoke blowing directly in our faces.
RN: If you all didnt want to see fireworks you all shouldnt have come out here, its the 4th
Me: We came to see the Navy Pier "PROFESSIONAL" fireworks... all were askin is that you move it from in front of our faces. (Thought that it wasnt actually the 4th.. but let it slide)
RN: *Gets Louder* LET ME TALK! If the smoke was blowin in my face, id just move!
Me: Really?
RN: We out here tryin to...
GF: WELL WE DONT WANT SMOKE BLOWIN IN OUR FACES!!! JUST MOVE IT
Then here comes the baby factory attached to that random nigga
BF: WE DONT CONTROL THE WIND!
Me: Yes, but you can control what you put into the wind, you all didnt want it blowing on you and chose to move it in front of us
RN: Yall comin over there talkin to us, actin all bougie
Me: Im bougie cause i dont want smoke in my face? Not wanting cancer is bougie?
Now heres where it gets fun...
The pregnant friend walks over and in the greatest "im about to drop this "creation" and be a responsible "adult" (doubt it) she waddles over (w/o the help of her man to help defend the situation (sadly :'( ) and says:
PF: FUCK THESE NIGGAS THEY AINT SAYIN NOTHIN! FUCK EM THEY AINT GON MAKE US STOP FUCK EM.
Now at this time, I have never, eeeeeeever wanted to kick a pregnant woman so hard.. but she was about to get the Bryan Fury Mach Kick/ Punch combo with the quickness
Yeah.. something like this... he wouldve been proud.
So they walk/ waddle away. Suddenly the baby factory walks back over and well...here we go again
BF: *in the face of GF* idk who you are but i dont even talk to my man like that, and idk why u think that you can. *points finger in face*
GF: I can talk to whoever I want, however I want, and dont touch me
BF: I havent touched you yet
At this point RN walks over and grabs Procreation Inc., and tells me that "I need to get my girl", in which case, seeing as how I agree with her, im not "getting" her.
So as the 3 of us are talking amongst ourselves and theyre talking to themselves, and i get a call from my grandmother, i answer and then hear (from one of the random people over there):
Random retard: Oh hes callin someone now
Me: Its my grandmother...
So we decide to leave, and have a nice laugh about being "bougie" and its still going on till this day:
-That night as we ate Giordano's *good pizza = bougie*
-Knowing random facts/words *reading, knowledge... wtf! super bougie*
-Having Common Sense *off the charts on the boug-ometer*
and everything else that makes Black people "Bougie"
Oh... and to top everything else off for that night... I got a $150 ticket for parking in a "not very well marked" fire zone... then got in an arguement with some Malcom Jamal Warner- ala Malcom and Eddie lookin ass, AJ when he was hostin 106 & Park hittin on Free w/ the dreads lookin ass cop. Screamed on him for a few mins... Yeah still waitin on my shit for that one... but... not sweatin $150 tickets that much...
BOUGIE...
think about how bougie you will be in your life... it may shock you.
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