That's my story and I'm stickin to it.
In any case, my shenanigans will still be posted here. So! To begin:
I really love my building; my neighbors are extra cool. The guys that live across the hall invited us out to go to this (free!) party in the Village. Up until now, my partying has been limited to Chelsea, so this was my first Village night. The Village = Adams Morgan on speed. I can definitely see myself bar hopping around until 5 am.
The club we went to was kind of empty, but the DJ was NICE, and we had fun watching the white people dance. Now, all white people are not physically incapable of dancing. I've been on dance teams with plenty of white people, and they have proven that generalization to be false. HOWEVER, I have never seen a black person dance quite like this:
Yes. It was that bad. I'm not one to ruin anyone else's fun, but sometimes you just wonder: does this person realize that NO ONE else is moving like Gumby?
The roomies and I also found THE pre-game bar. 5 shots of ANYTHING for $10. That's just reckless. (And I love it). So the game plan whenever drinks are in order is to go there, get nice, then go to the club (where entry may be free, but drinks will cost a grip).
The story of the night, though, is the Afrocentric Puerto Rican construction worker-cowboy-hippie rapper/storyteller that provided us with subway entertainment on the way home. So, we're at the W 4th St. station, talking, waiting on the A train (which is taking FOREVER)... all of a sudden, our conversation is overpowered by loud banging and screaming rapping. We observe a short, stubby sort of fellow with sleepy eyes and plastic figurine mini fan necklace (which he was using as a mic), ripping his vocal cords to give us his message:
"You SICK wit' it; you ACT wit' it! Africa! Africa! Ooooo whatcha gonna do? Ooooo whatcha gonna do?"
He was so loud, we had to join in with our dancing, backup singing and beat-boxing. When he finished his song, one of my roomies entreated him to keep going.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why not?" she countered.
He continued. ...Even onto the train (when it finally came), where the rhymes got even more ridiculous: "We all gon' win, we all gon' win; we can't lose. Touchdown! Goal! Ooooh, whatcha gonna do? Ooooh, who you gonna call? Africa! Africa!" So, of course, we're all laughing and dancing along... until he gets to his second song:
"They all gon' laugh at you! They all gon' laugh at you!"
Everyone stopped laughing. We didn't know whether or not we should expect the next line to be:
"And then you get your revenge!" Complete with him going on a crazed attack on his fellow subway riders with his mini-fan.
Thankfully, he didn't. He did, however, tell my roomie, "I like you," and told her that he wanted to fall asleep on the train and wake up with her on his lap. He even made up a rap about it:
"Satin, silk lingerie with lace in the middle! I just wanna see you skeet! It's animal instinct! You just get inside and uuuunh!"
Good times.
QUOTE OF THE NIGHT:
"I rep Brooklyn; Bed-Stuy... I rep Coney Island... Madison Square Garden... Midtown... Jamaica, Queens... I rep the Boogie Down too... I can't remember where it is, but I rep that shit. Canada too: I been to Buffalo."
-the same Afrocentric Puerto Rican construction worker-cowboy-hippie rapper/storyteller
...Sir. Buffalo is NOT in Canada!