I am burned out.
I left work Friday night and played ball for a couple hours, trying to get some of my game back. In the past couple weeks, I haven't hit a jumper to save my life. I'd later find out that I was lucky to survive my basketball session without an injury.
I headed home and met up with Big Time, Corner Sleeper, and the Dallas Kid, who had flown in from Dallas (obviously). Our plan was to head downtown to "Trifecta," and get at it. Big Time's friend Ashley was having her birthday party there and we were ready to make something happen.
Big Time and The Dallas Kid getting ready:
Corner Sleeper waiting for us to get ready (SCAA hall of fame...and he's good at auditing):
So we arrived at Trifecta actually got in free this time with no hassle (last time it took us a while to get in and then we had to pay $20). Here are photos from last time we were there (although we're not in any, these are just the club photos if you want an idea what it's like).
Let me rewind a minute. When we pulled into the parking lot, there was no line at the club and that worried me. The good news was that in the parking lot there was a group of chicks that looked pretty promising. One in particular was wearing a blue mini dress that was extremely appealing to the single male's eye. Take note.
After a few hours of drinking and hanging out inside the club, the Dallas Kid and I are making our way across the dance floor (not dancing though) and I spot the blue mini-dress taking some pictures. I say something to her, she bites and we strike up a conversation.
Turns out, she's 18. And drunk. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, but it's a 21+ club so I was surprised that she was 18 and just finished her freshman year of college at Cal State Dominguez. Apparently she "knows someone" and didn't have to show I.D. We are having a somewhat boring conversation when The Dallas Kid (from now on he is TDK) comes over and joins us.
Me: Dog, guess how old she is.
Her: Shut up!
TDK: How old!
Me: 18
TDK: (Laughing) Are you a virgin.
Her: No! I lost my virginity when I was 14.
TDK: You ever been with two guys?
Her: Yes!
TDK: I love you baby.
Me: When was this?
Her: Well the first guy when I was 14, then...
Me: He means two guys at once.
Her: Nooooooo.
Obviously, TDK and I instantly lose all interest in this conversation and I don’t remember the rest of it. The only other interesting thing that happened inside the club was watching the 18-year-old grind on half the USC football team in her mini-dress, our drunk friend Ashley hanging herself all over every guy that walked by and USC DB Terrell Thomas asking me about poker and telling me that he's going to come play with me once his month-long pre-season practice schedule is over. While we were talking about poker and football, Ashley jumped in the middle of us, told us that she was jealous and needed more attention. I wonder what she did that night after the club.
It was also good to see my boy Desmond Reed who plays running back and kick returner for USC. He was doing a lot of great things for the team before a knee injury and I'm hoping he kills it this year. He's a good guy I know from playing a lot of basketball with up at SC. These guys are both redshirt seniors and pretty much the last guys I know on the team so I hope they do big things this year.
We get out of the club and who do we see? The 18-year-old. TDK asks her for a hug and she obliges, but he drunkenly grabs her ass, with both hands. She doesn't seem to mind but then he starts calling her out. "She's only 18!" He's yelling and everyone walking out of the club is hearing this. "She's 18!" This obviously seems like an asshole move but it was pretty hilarious to watch because she was so embarrassed and trying to get him to shut up. "18! Where you going 18?!! We know you're only 18!!" She scampers down the block to the parking lot.
But she did not escape that easily.
As we were walking into the parking lot, 18 and her friends were driving out. TDK got her to roll her window down and somehow, she dropped her driver's license. I know this was the worst thing she could imagine happened, especially because her friends had pulled out of the parking lot and into the street. TDK jumped right on this opportunity. He picked up the license and verified her age.
"18! You dropped your license 18! 18! Baby you dropped your license!"
They stop their car in the middle of the street and wait for him to bring it to her, but he isn't giving in that easily.
"Baby you gotta get out and come get it! I want a hug too, 18!"
She reluctantly gets out and asks him for the I.D. He demands a hug and so she holds her hands straight out without making a movement towards him. TDK then invents the hug rape, which consists of a drunken bear hug in the middle of a street in downtown Los Angeles with the USC football team's defensive line chearing him on.
Later that night TDK, Corner Sleeper and I went to some underground after-hours spot in Hollywood. It was actually at a house and was a rasta spot where they had three rooms filled with couches and designated for the ganja consumption with the living room serving as the dance floor/dj booth/bar. There were three sexy chicks there and we did not step our game up. I was extremely disappointed in myself. What's the point of staying out until 5 a.m. at some crazy ass house if I'm not going to take advantage of the situation? I don't know either.
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Saturday: I woke up around 11 a.m., ran some errands and hit Hollywood Park for like $422 as I previously mentioned. TDK and Big Time hung out with me there for a few hours. We left at 10 p.m. and headed to "Air Conditioning" some club near our apartment that I've never been to but turns out to be a pretty 'happening' spot. Too happening in fact, for us to get in. So we didn't even bother waiting in line and went to Zanzibar, which was packed with people and served as a sauna for the night.
Right before we headed out Saturday night. For those wondering, I was doing my own rendition of the Superman dance:
The Dallas Kid and Big Time at Zanzibar:
Zanzibar was cool but we really didn't make anything happen.
We left and went home. I got on Full Tilt and we called up our homegirl Scary Cherie to come hang out, so we stayed up until 6 a.m. watching "300" and I blew my Full Tilt account on a head's up cash game (previously discussed).
TDK and Scary Cherie:
TDK caught me right when I busted my account, after he told me to quit when it was at $95:
On Sunday I pretty much slept all day until we went out last night to a place called "Sugar." This place was okay, we struggled to meet the "all black" attire dress code and I felt like a dumb ass wearing my dress shoes to a club (like, church shoes) and of course when we got there a lot of people had nikes and t-shirts on. Great. Busta Rhyme's hype man Spliff Starr got mad at TDK for hollering at his (probably not even his) chick in the parking lot and asked him why he was being so 'bombaclot disrespectful,' but other than that it was uneventful.
That's about it, I'm sure with a lot of details missing. A lot of funny shit happened over the weekend but I'm too tired to remember.
Oh yeah, I'm getting torched in the second round of this online rap tournament. My opponents just outclassed me. I didn't have time to write a verse and so I just threw a random verse on. I'm first.
Here's the link to the forum voting thread (I'm in last).
Peace.
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