"POISON IVY"
7/2/05
After a day of preparation (light caesar, fresh tie, new jeans) we headed out to my pers Lex the Don's b-day party/dinner in Brooklyn by the Williamsburg Bridge around dusk. While racing through light traffic in De Suza Fam, I called up my fellow numba, a "spec"ial dyme that's always on my mind to see what was poppin' for tha nite. She told me bout this Red, White, and Blue affair taking place in some club Downtown. With my two LBs up from "hot"lanta & DC and my neo Zoolander, it was only fitting that we go to this greek rally.
After filling up on pad thai and "popular & stolen" calamari at this premiere hot spot called Sea, a medium-sized Thai bar/bistro in Brooklyn, we decided to head out to tha club. Before we hopped in De Suza Fam, I called her again to find out the address of the spot. Admist the conversation, she asked if we could "drop by" and pick her and wreckless crew up...all the way UPTOWN in gutta Harlem off of Lenox. So I asked the "pops" of the "Fam," and being the undeniably cool neo that he is and the fact they crossed the burning sands at the same time he said "aight."
By the time we get up there, it's close to 1am. I call her again to come downstairs...rather she "tells" us to come upstairs for a few drinks. I said cool cause I needed a lil buzz before hittin' up tha spot. So we head up there in the old-school, ghetto "open-the-door ur dam self" elevators to tha third floor. We enter their crib and its a nice little quaint apartment. They're dressed to impress (minus the emerald city stilletos) and my eyes light up, as usual when I see the deuce dyme. She's so damn fine & sexy......anyway. Mr. Magoo and me have a few cups (Zoolander & my 4 declined...the former being the designated driver...the latter not a fan of guzzling spirits). The deuce dyme's ace proceeds in making us some "chocolate cake" along with small talk...Little did we know the night wouldn't turn out as sweet as it would be "poisoned"...
It's about 1:45am now...
It all goes down hill from here...First & foremost, we were supposed to pick all three "poisoners" up from Harlem, but it turns out that the third one was still at Columbia U. The deuce dyme takes it upon herself to tell, or DEMAND Zoolander to pick the third one up. That's the first dose of poison. Now we pick her up...mind you we are all packed in tha 5 seater...but my tres and I didn't mind too much since they "rode" on our laps the whole way (except for an abrupt stop where my tres got "excited" and had to release in the bushes). For the entire ride, they are beyond tipsy, singing loud and offkey to oldies but goodies, and poppin' off at the mouth with sly remarks. Now we Pharoahs of PerfectioN, are men of distinction and respect, but we were struggling (especially my 4) to hold back from blasting these poisoners. My tres said some things on the low like "your fro needs a lil gel" (LMAO) providing me with a few chuckles under the ongoing sirens' conversations.
We pull up around the corner from tha spot "M15" at a red light. These poisoners have the nerve to ask to get out "here" as if De Suza Fam was a f*ckin taxi service or somethin'. Strike 2...we don't let them out of course as the light turns green on cue. So we park and proceed to tha club. Now these tipsy poisoners decide to put a lil pep in their step walking nearly a block ahead of us as if they didn't want to be seen with De Suza Fam "taxi service" and I hear conversation of "them" getting in free...Strike 3.
It's 2am now...
We get to the front of the club ready to get online...the three poisoners disappear into the crowd without even studying us...To our surprise, droves of people start filing out. The party is shut down...WHAT THA F*CK...party over?!...its supposed to end at 4. As we see the TALENT roll out...did I say TALENT...yes indeed. What some chx were wearing...dam...that's all I have to say. So after 15 minutes of viewing & scoping the TALENT (I have to put it in capitals...that's how serious it was) and reuniting wit some peeps from HTHS (my alma mater) I decide to find out what's good with tha poisoners. I pull up to deuce dyme finally after rummaging through the greek n gdi crowd and ask her what's good. She has the nerve to say that "they" are bout to head to another club, but conveniently it's 21+ (dam I wish we had fake IDs, but we don't). Now I don't know if they were expecting a ride to the next club, but I didn't give them anytime to think. I gave her a very ICE COLD hug and dipped with my clan.
She proceeds in callin' to see where we went. I'm like "we dipped, you go have your fun, see ya when I see ya." For me to be so ICE COLD to an individual that I respect and dream of almost everynight tells her something. "Why you gotta say it like that" she says in her soft voice as if now she was concerned. I reply "Don't worry bout it...PEACE...click"
My LBs start venting like crazy..."I'm surprised you held back"..."She's wack"..."WTF"..."Why?"..."I was holdin' myself back from punchin' her"...the remarks go on and on. I'm silent pretty much the whole time...because I'm so disappointed and honestly hurt...cause I'm really feelin' her and I thought we had something going. Now I don't know if it was the drunkeness that was talking, but all I know is that she lost mad cool points tonight. She's gonna have to call me to explain...cause I'll be damned if I call her to find out what's good.
To the deuce dyme: "Is this your true personality? I hope not. You obviously don't know what's in front of you. Maybe through our lunches in the Heights you will have an epiphany."
Lesson of the Week: WARNING: STAY AWAY FROM POISON IVY...no matter how alluring and tempting they are...they are deceptive and will sting ur ass!
Quote of the Week: "I will be like Oscar the Grouch up in this muthafcka"-my Tre as we ducked "fireworks/gunshots" on Lenox
After a day of preparation (light caesar, fresh tie, new jeans) we headed out to my pers Lex the Don's b-day party/dinner in Brooklyn by the Williamsburg Bridge around dusk. While racing through light traffic in De Suza Fam, I called up my fellow numba, a "spec"ial dyme that's always on my mind to see what was poppin' for tha nite. She told me bout this Red, White, and Blue affair taking place in some club Downtown. With my two LBs up from "hot"lanta & DC and my neo Zoolander, it was only fitting that we go to this greek rally.
After filling up on pad thai and "popular & stolen" calamari at this premiere hot spot called Sea, a medium-sized Thai bar/bistro in Brooklyn, we decided to head out to tha club. Before we hopped in De Suza Fam, I called her again to find out the address of the spot. Admist the conversation, she asked if we could "drop by" and pick her and wreckless crew up...all the way UPTOWN in gutta Harlem off of Lenox. So I asked the "pops" of the "Fam," and being the undeniably cool neo that he is and the fact they crossed the burning sands at the same time he said "aight."
By the time we get up there, it's close to 1am. I call her again to come downstairs...rather she "tells" us to come upstairs for a few drinks. I said cool cause I needed a lil buzz before hittin' up tha spot. So we head up there in the old-school, ghetto "open-the-door ur dam self" elevators to tha third floor. We enter their crib and its a nice little quaint apartment. They're dressed to impress (minus the emerald city stilletos) and my eyes light up, as usual when I see the deuce dyme. She's so damn fine & sexy......anyway. Mr. Magoo and me have a few cups (Zoolander & my 4 declined...the former being the designated driver...the latter not a fan of guzzling spirits). The deuce dyme's ace proceeds in making us some "chocolate cake" along with small talk...Little did we know the night wouldn't turn out as sweet as it would be "poisoned"...
It's about 1:45am now...
It all goes down hill from here...First & foremost, we were supposed to pick all three "poisoners" up from Harlem, but it turns out that the third one was still at Columbia U. The deuce dyme takes it upon herself to tell, or DEMAND Zoolander to pick the third one up. That's the first dose of poison. Now we pick her up...mind you we are all packed in tha 5 seater...but my tres and I didn't mind too much since they "rode" on our laps the whole way (except for an abrupt stop where my tres got "excited" and had to release in the bushes). For the entire ride, they are beyond tipsy, singing loud and offkey to oldies but goodies, and poppin' off at the mouth with sly remarks. Now we Pharoahs of PerfectioN, are men of distinction and respect, but we were struggling (especially my 4) to hold back from blasting these poisoners. My tres said some things on the low like "your fro needs a lil gel" (LMAO) providing me with a few chuckles under the ongoing sirens' conversations.
We pull up around the corner from tha spot "M15" at a red light. These poisoners have the nerve to ask to get out "here" as if De Suza Fam was a f*ckin taxi service or somethin'. Strike 2...we don't let them out of course as the light turns green on cue. So we park and proceed to tha club. Now these tipsy poisoners decide to put a lil pep in their step walking nearly a block ahead of us as if they didn't want to be seen with De Suza Fam "taxi service" and I hear conversation of "them" getting in free...Strike 3.
It's 2am now...
We get to the front of the club ready to get online...the three poisoners disappear into the crowd without even studying us...To our surprise, droves of people start filing out. The party is shut down...WHAT THA F*CK...party over?!...its supposed to end at 4. As we see the TALENT roll out...did I say TALENT...yes indeed. What some chx were wearing...dam...that's all I have to say. So after 15 minutes of viewing & scoping the TALENT (I have to put it in capitals...that's how serious it was) and reuniting wit some peeps from HTHS (my alma mater) I decide to find out what's good with tha poisoners. I pull up to deuce dyme finally after rummaging through the greek n gdi crowd and ask her what's good. She has the nerve to say that "they" are bout to head to another club, but conveniently it's 21+ (dam I wish we had fake IDs, but we don't). Now I don't know if they were expecting a ride to the next club, but I didn't give them anytime to think. I gave her a very ICE COLD hug and dipped with my clan.
She proceeds in callin' to see where we went. I'm like "we dipped, you go have your fun, see ya when I see ya." For me to be so ICE COLD to an individual that I respect and dream of almost everynight tells her something. "Why you gotta say it like that" she says in her soft voice as if now she was concerned. I reply "Don't worry bout it...PEACE...click"
My LBs start venting like crazy..."I'm surprised you held back"..."She's wack"..."WTF"..."Why?"..."I was holdin' myself back from punchin' her"...the remarks go on and on. I'm silent pretty much the whole time...because I'm so disappointed and honestly hurt...cause I'm really feelin' her and I thought we had something going. Now I don't know if it was the drunkeness that was talking, but all I know is that she lost mad cool points tonight. She's gonna have to call me to explain...cause I'll be damned if I call her to find out what's good.
To the deuce dyme: "Is this your true personality? I hope not. You obviously don't know what's in front of you. Maybe through our lunches in the Heights you will have an epiphany."
Lesson of the Week: WARNING: STAY AWAY FROM POISON IVY...no matter how alluring and tempting they are...they are deceptive and will sting ur ass!
Quote of the Week: "I will be like Oscar the Grouch up in this muthafcka"-my Tre as we ducked "fireworks/gunshots" on Lenox
posted by PrimeTime at 10:32 PM
1 Comments:
I'm so mad I know who you are talkin about! Hope all is well now, good luck with that!
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