Got here Thursday night. Came pretty close to dying on Friday. Felt like I was going to die on Saturday. And I might die today.
Friday morning, I drove out to Sealy to see one of my teachers from high school. That was great. She’s always been good to me, and it was a trip to be able to see her now that we’re all grown. She even keeps one of my senior pictures up on her mantle. Had me a lil choked up.
Seuss, his roommate, and I went to a spot on Friday night that I’d heard halfway decent things about. We get there, and I noticed a couple of bad things. For one, cats were wearing jerseys. Bad news. No dress code? I’m not a fan.
They also didn’t pat me down. My ID was not checked, either. Bad, bad, bad news. I saw two or three fights start, but they were all broken up…by friends of the combatants. Security was nowhere to be found. What’s really good? It ain’t that club, lemme tell ya.
Woke up the next morning and wasn’t feeling too well…that turned into the full-on flu. Clearly, this city’s heard all the bad things I’ve said about it over the past eight years. Luckily, I’m probably just one dose of NyQuil away from being back in the game. Whew.
More coming soon…I need rest and now.
3 Comments
by Solomeen
Being sick when you need to be making rounds is a b—h! At least you’ve got some days to get well and get back in the mix.
Ah, yes — da club. I remember this one joint back in the day — a true hole in da wall joint. It was in a big field — the club for “us” on the right and the club for the “otha man” on the left. This place had a DIRT floor and only one way in — and out. I’m in there with my “grown man on” (I’m a dress code cat and I was used to at least that — and, no, I’m not fooling around with a place where the dress code is whatever you’re wearing.) and folks were up in there with jeans and sneakers. If it had been a few years later, I’m sure it would’ve been jerseys and white-T’s up in there. And why, may you ask, was I there? Women. Met this earth at the mall (she was hot ta def!!!) and she told me this place was where her crew was headed that evening. Having never been to the place, I copped the directions. Took about a half a tank of gas to get out to this spot.
Not only was my life in danger — ol’ girl was actin’ like she didn’t know me! Needless to say, I never went back and I never spoke to or saw ol’ girl again — and I’m OK with that.
then there was the time I was standing in a club parking lot in Columbia, S.C., and some fool started lettin’ off–but that’s another story for another time. I ain’t Fiddy and I ain’t bulletproof. Fo real.
That’s life–you(hopefully)live and you learn.
by Kirk
I’ve been to places with dirt floors before. Unfortunately, it also meant there was usually a lot of pick-em-up trucks, cheap beer, and chewin’ tobacky. The women weren’t even a plus, because the Costco-sized pouch of Red Man was usually theirs.
Dress code or not, if no one is checking for heat, it has to be a bad place to be. Also begs the question of who was telling you such good things about the place to begin with?
by ChapsMom
Well, it choked me up to see the 5 foot mouth grow into such a hottie! Since you’re still around, call Frank tomorrow morning and have him take you to lunch. He’s in the Medical Center which is closer to OST than Sealy and has better food! Loved seeing my hoodrat! PS- You want Allie’s number?