:: my thoughtz ::

:: 2.10.2003 ::

All-star Atlanta 2003
A weekend like no other...


Whap'un Youtz? (pronounced Yoots...like Roots)

Thiz waz a long azz weekend...but overall...I had fun.

I guess I will start with Thursday...Ok, during the previouz week, I was passing out flierz helping to promote for Ron Artest of the Indiana Pacers' All-Star party...unfortunately, due to harsh weather conditionz...at least party-wise...the party was sorta weak...my friend G went with me and L to the party and informed us that after we left...(1:30 I think) it got a little better...Artest showed up and some other NBA people...oh well...it wasn't hot when Hollywood Cole waz there...and thatz all that matterz...on to Friday...

Friday...I was about to shoot somebody! I don't own a gun...yet. But, I was about to kill someone! The out-of-state niggaz think that they can just come to MY STATE and run shyt?!? Oh no...not today...not tomorrow...not eva! They had Buckhead locked in a standstill...traffic was a hot mess...and it was IMPOSSIBLE to get to Buckhead...I didn't really mind the traffic as much as I minded dumbazz people getting out of their cars and tryin' to bombard their way with their huge SUVz...I'm in da "O" with the Napoleon complex thinkin' that I got a Big Body Escalade...but I was makin' due...my Uncle C taught me somethin' back when I was 17 when I was driving him and Mo to Alabama to the dog track...and I quote:

Uncle C: Get over!
R: I can't...there's a car right there...
Uncle C: Get over...they don't want to mess up their car...just get over...and look over your shoulder when you're changing lanes...you have to check your blind spot...

Sure enough...I pulled right in front of someone's trillion dollar Benz...and I "got over"...from then on...I became a defensive driver...you can't be passive when it comes to driving...yeah, occassionally you can let someone over in front of you...on those dayz when you feel like being nice...but when you need to get over...GET OVER! No one wants to mess up their car...so when I want to get over...I replay Uncle C'z advice and I get over...and Friday night...I got over...and over...and over...and over...I don't know whatz gonna happen the day someone decides to mess up their car...but until then...I'm gettin over...Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you the trick to getting over...it works best when you get over on nicer cars...don't try the "get over" trick when the car ur tryin' to get in front of iz a 67' Pinto Special...itz not gonna work...they're waiting for someone to hit them so they can claim every whiplash known to man...ok? Don't say I didn't warn you...

Anyway, after sitting in traffic for about 2 hours and only moving 2 miles, we decided to pack it in and go home...we still had Saturday to look forward to...

Saturday...

Ok, time to party! We learned our lesson Friday night...we didn't leave the crib 'til like 12 or later that night...can't do that again...not on All-star weekend...oh no! At about 5 p.m., me...L...and D...took MARTA (my idea...im so much sMARTA than L) to the mall...right before we were about to board the train...there was an announcement:

Intercom: Attention MARTA riders...Lenox Mall is officially closed for the day...
People: *mumbles*
R: Closed?
L: Closed?
D: So you say that there is going to be a holocaust?

Oh, I guess I left that part out...as we were sitting waiting for the train...dope fiend Willy drops his sack full of Deli meatz and decides to inform us that there the holocaust was coming and that we were all going to die...Thanx for the info. Willy...now go pick up your meat off the floor...bye!!!

So, Lenox iz closed...so we decide to go to Phippz...if you saw the number of people flocking from Lenox to Phippz, you would think that Atlanta decided to have the Thousand Man & Woman March...it was crazy...Anyway, we walk around Phipps for a little while...we see a few celebz...D buyz some $180 Jordanz (BALLER!)...and then we leave...We go back to the room...everyone bundles up for the cold...we eat...and we head to Buckhead...thiz iz when D decides to let us in on a secret backroad...THAT WE COULD HAVE USED THE NIGHT WE WERE STUCK IN TRAFFIC THE NIGHT BEFORE D!!! ...sorry...I had to vent...anyway, we end up in Buckhead in like 10mins...we ride in a little traffic...we park...and we head to the strip...after makin a lap around the block...we head to Club Frequency...thatz the same club we went to Thursday night...we didn't pay Thursday because we helped promote for the party...but I vowed to not pay a dime this weekend..especially not these LUDACRIZ azz prices that these clubs were tryin' to charge! Anyway, we found out Thursday that we had a friend that bounced and had some clout at Frequency...so we decided to see if his word waz as good as hiz pull...and folkz...thiz nigga had more pull than R.Kelly at a Nursery...not only did he get us in...but he got me, L, D, and about 12 of GT Football and maybe 5 other GT people in...for a grand total of $50...the price they were charging at the door was 50 for guys and 20 for gyrlz...and I paid 0!!! nada!!! NATHAN!!! Clubbin' neva felt so good...I had a real good time...I don't think I would have had so much fun had I have had to pay for it...there were women in there..but few that i wanted to dance wit...they got a cool setup where u can stand on the stepz and still be able to dance...I had fun just dancin on the stepz and watchin GT Football act stupid...it was cool tho...I had alot of fun...and what made it better? I hadn't paid for shyt!! I parked for free...I got in the club for free...I even got a couple free drinkz...some random gyrl bought me a beer when I asked her where the bathroom was...I think she was drunk...and GT Football bought me another...hey, they dont pay to go to school...I aint hatin!!! I think I'ma go out wit' dem katz more often tho..they're funny...Ok, that was Saturday...time to wind down...All-Star Sunday was vastly approaching...

Sunday...We went to Dave and Buster's and watched the game on TV...THE END. It wasn't really THAT boring...but in comparison to Saturday...it was a pleasant downwind to Saturday'z action...Marcus, his friend from Mississippi and I went to D&B and watched the West beat the East in double OT...it was kool...i think I'ma go there one day wit some of my friendz and just kick it...I saw L'z brother Mike and hiz cousinz...they're kool...L was supposedly home "studying"...I still don't believe it...Anyway, it started pouring outside after we watched the game, so Buckhead was out...we went to Wendy'z...went home...watched some TV...and put the lid on the best weekend ever...*sigh*

Back to the grind...oh shyt...I have homework due Tuesday...holla








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