naughty
i should really be calling this "vancity's too jiggy, part deux" but oh well...after my dinner at my daddy's, i came back home to charge my phone, and received a call from my sweet thang, even though i told him that i prolly wouldn't hear his voice...(sigh) so sweet, smart, affectionate, considerate..but janet can't have him! she's too busy with that midget jd anyhow..what's up with the jacksons? what's up really?
anyways, with all the openers on the bill, i made sure that mizthang and i rolled thru late, but we were still to early not to miss that shit..but it was cool though, we had one bellyquake after another as we were confronted with vancity's wackest...i was zipped up to the nose in my orange adidas and my wrestling boots, showing no skin, only hands and eyes as to try to avoid the holleration, but it still occured, again, just had to laugh it off though. D was wearing her longshoreman gear, yoop yoop...for steel toe boots!
Cake almost approached me, but i got Pie these days...hahaha! and it was nice to run into Ben, who wasn't FRONTin', telling me i was fresh in the bgirl dress...so we got caught up and then he was off to "find some frivolous ass"..which was well represented that evening, lemme tell ya...especially when they brought them up on stage for hip hop hooray..and they were lapping it up..yo. why u gurls gotta be so dumb? "hey..hos..." act like you know.
but before that, the opening "acts"...are you serious? "1,2,3, this is how you be a true emcee"...ya, on sesame street...damn. and why were all those fools doing full sets? and forgetting that they already did their "bounce" tracks...remix! my favorite was the one "for my ridaz"...east van, what? ridaz muthabiatches?! translink what? i wrote the whole interlude for mztg's album right there..."3-Main, 8-Fraser, 15-Cambie, 22-Knight!" comedia...honestly, we didn't think naughty was gonna even show..it seemed like the recipe for "naughty got held up at the border"..but we were entertained by the hardcore white boys who were sharing the front row with us, a lil' cocky with the weed though..eventually it got confiscated..that was kinda harsh, but what did you expect...i guess naughty rolls different from snoop.
treach and uncle vinny are stuck in this time warp of '93...and they were laced in their naughty gear ( i touched vinny's sock while he was rapping to show D) treach had on some awful gaudy jewls though, and had one too many poignant moments lying on the floor or pouring hennesey on his own arm for tupac...i don't care if it was his bday..but the best was when he tore his wife beater off, and tried to mean mug the crowd, until he looks down front row centre to give me daps and breaks down his gangsta to smile and wink at me...yep, cutie cuterton strikes again!
after the show, we get hollerated all the way home, from the mental stage rusher and his 'cousin adam' who were trying to get to mcdonald's and creamed their panties when they found out we were 26..."city gurls are so hawt"...yep, they were fresh from abbotsford, and had the good sense to lag behind as we rolled up main home....other youngsters were hanging out their cars.."wanna hang out?!" naaw, man, i gotta work in 3 hours...go home, your parents are looking for you..shoot.
so the next day, i was a little deaf still and sleep deprived, but i accomplished all kinds of shit, then crashed at 6, and it was all good. my boo sent me the cutest message that got me all blushy and giddy all day...and yesterday, i waited all day to call his fine ass...")
I passed my jazz exam! wow..this was a big one...and i'm going to new york in 5 days...aaaaahhh! i only need one hand to count now...i ran into dj nee bageara now johnny q-pid spinning across the street at guess? (i recognized the tables that i helped transport so many times) and he gave me his mix cd and he's still got it goin' on, but he's got nuthin' on my boy....(sigh), and right next to him in the store was a big poster in the perfume store that said "love the sunshine"...and that's what all signs are pointing me to do. werd.all4u.
