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How not to save a seat

This is kinda crazy in light of my previous post but isn’t this just the way life works? So after work last night, I headed out to meet someone for a networking type deal. We were going to have drinks somewhere in the city, talk and all that stuff. So when C and I meet up, she asks if I’m okay going to Bump for drinks. See, she had to ask because Bump is a gay bar and well, some people aren’t cool with that. HOWEVER, Bump also has $3 cocktails (good ones too) from 5-7pm. I’ve been to Bump before and I have no prob drinkin’ with the Kids, so I was like cool.

So we get to the spot and pull up to the bar. There are tons of seats in the place, but the bar is kinda full. Oh, but look, two seats open! Score! C and I take a seat and order a couple of drinks to make the 7pm cutoff. Strangely, though, there’s a glass sitting on the bar right at my seat. It’s pretty full and has a napkin over it. Hmm, could be that someone was sitting here and just got up really quickly or something and this is how they’re preserving their drink? I don’t know. I just pushed it back a little bit and set about chatting.

About 15-20 minutes go by and I’m feeling kind of good, ya know. All of a sudden two dudes and a chick roll up. The one tall guy is standing right behind me and is talking to his buddies, but clearly intending me to hear:

“That’s my drink right there. This is my seat. I put my drink there to save my seat.” So now I’m looking at C like, I know this fool ain’t crazy and I KNOW he ain’t hinting at me moving!!! Now the guy addresses me directly, “That’s my drink.” So I reply, “Oh? Well do you want to get it?” and I move back a little bit so he can reach the glass. His guy pal says something like, “Are you serious, don’t do this. Don’t make her move.” The girl is silent. Dude is STILL standing there and we had a mini stand-off. I was NOT planning on moving. What the fuck, dude? You really think you saved your seat at this bar by putting a napkin over your glass and leaving it unattended for like 20 minutes?!!! What part of the game is that?

C decides that I should just move. “Here, take my seat,” she says. I hesitate. I’m not about to be moved because of this dumb shit. I mean, it’s the principle, right? BUT… my better sense kicks in. This is a networking outing, after all. This woman is an attorney and in charge of an organization that I am trying to get involved in. I do not need to wild out in a gay bar over a bar stool. So I moved.

I am still heated about that shit, yall. In retrospect, it was probably best not to try and rumble with a queen in a gay bar. He looked like he could get an attitude just as quickly as I could. Plus, there’s no telling who had his back in there (no pun intended).


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Can it get any dumber? [more soulja boy v. ice-t]

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Soulja Boy Told’im

Soulja Boy

I know a lot of people have already seen this video of Soulja Boy Tellem responding to Ice-T dissin’ him (telling him to eat a dick, saying he singlehandedly killed hip-hop). I saw it out there but didn’t click on it until a couple of days after it came out.

My man FWMJ over at Rappers I Know posted the vid and also a pretty good comment about it, so I decided I’d just copy that whole thang over to Bourgie Adventures. If you haven’t seen the vid, it’s like 7:41 long and is RIFE with “Ni&&a this, ni%%a that” all the way through (so headphones or wait ’til you are home).

dawg, all respect to Ice T, but u dont blame a 17 year old boy

U wanna blame someone, blame the DJs spinning his record in his city
blame the sorry state of hip hop that your generation let my generation have to suffer thru (puff, jay, russel simmons, nas, etc)
blame the dollar over anything else record execs that signed this boy to a deal and distributed his music widely
blame the music buying public for having lowered standards (thanks to the neptunes selling everyone the same beat for their lead singles for like 6 years straight for example)
thank this culture’s obsession with reality tv and voyeurism, we on some Philip K Dick/Running Man shit for real
thank all them niggas that valued business over art in the late 90s early 00s that dismantled the need and use for any hip hop of urgency or weight or any social or artistic value in the mainstream
blame shitty A&Rs
blame the press for hyping mediocre records to the point the go plat in one week in this fucked up economy/market (i see you lil wayne)
blame niggas that could have made a difference that let their ego and pride and personal ambition get in the way of them making a difference (hello qtip ali phife dangelo the roots mos kweli common)
blame the industry only looking at 3.5 American cities for hip hop acts anyway like they won’t run out of talent (new york los angeles atlanta and maybe chicago). Detroit city makes better hip hop than any city on earth, the bay is sick, houston is multifaceted north carolina is home of the goddamb justus league

Ice T crazy; soulja boy killed it? That kid just getting in where he fit in
Ice T needs to go sit down somewhere

[typed on my iPhone, excuse the poor grammuhz]

In my opinion, Soulja Boy made some pretty decent points in his own 17 year old way. He’s no Barack Obama, but he clearly isn’t an idiot. He sounds like a kid, as he should. His jokes are type funny, I must say. I was on my couch dying. And while I’m not nominating him for the hip hop hall of fame I understand where his music fits and what it’s for… silly ass dancing. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.

For really tho’, what was Ice thinking? What good did he expect to do.

I’m not saying I think it’s okay for kids to go around cursing out old folks. I’m not condoning all the foul language and get money by any means necessary attitude. I’m definitely not cosigning those two lame dudes in the background. I’m just saying.

For a laugh, check out what the ladies collectively known as BelleJenkins are saying about it on their vlog.

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