So this weekend my fiance and i went to a club. It was an interesting experience, but one that i'm used to in many forms. We go and Jamie is uptight immediately. She doesn't want to go initially, but our good friends Alex and Karla have come all the way from the bay and i want to see them. She doesn't realize that Alex has brought his wife, she doesnt really want to see him spin records, she has come to see my fiance and i and apologize for not being able to make it to our reception, which is very kind.
Now we get there and i see immediately, this is a hood-club. and i mean a hood club. like the kind you would find in St. Louis. We get to the door, and the guy looks at me and i know: he sees my glasses and my new shirt, i'm a black guy and my girl is white and everyone there is mexican, and i know he's not letting me in if he can help it. He says its too full and a fire hazard, so i text Alex and he comes to the door and we walk past his bitch-ass like he didn't ever tell me i couldn't come in (obviously didn't know who i was).
once in the club, Jamie gets the look on her face which tells me that she now realizes that this is a hood style club. Now if you know my woman like i know her, then you know she can be just as ghetto as any gangster-bitch or hood-rat you throw in her way, but at the moment, she wasn't nearly drunk enough to meet the challenge and to make matters worse, she was falling witness the viral club phenomenon we know as the Stanky Leg and gets bumped by the overly enthusiastic hips of a girl who is wearing a tube top and shorts ensemble that doesn't quite compliment her... girth.
GS Boyz - The Stanky Leg
Now we have a problem. Alex, my friend, aka - DJ Audio1 has the cure: 4 Vodka redbulls. An hour later, Jamie and Karla are dancing like crazy and sharing about their 3rd vodka redbull and Karla is threatening me to never talk to go go dancers around Alex again.
I respect Karla's wishes, which means, basically, i try to explain myself, but make no such promises. I spend the rest of the time close to closing with Alex at the DJ Booth, they've already played Culo, so i try and get him to play "I'm on a boat!" (which if he started to even remotely act like he was going to do i would stop him). The guys try and throw me out of the booth several times just because... i don't know, maybe i'm ugly... and Alex again says, "He must stay!" and his commandment is upheld. That's my boy though!
The next time we go out together, we're doing the adult thing. Maybe we'll have Alex and Karla over for the weekend, show them around Sac.
