The Party
It was just the start of the holiday weekend Thursday...and now... it's Monday-- the holiday...the last day to lose ourselves and enjoy whatever and where ever....before we head back to our reality regiment where the earned paper affords us such luxuries of this moment...
Sunday was my first day off for the month...and I lazed around like a futon all day...only getting up to take munchy and bathroom breaks...the body needed the rest...
The night before...a friend and me...patronized a ghetto fabulous party in the heart of the ghetto...like the deejay said..."we's know where we from"...the sultry modes of dress...would put Tyra and Naomi to the test...from strappy sandals to five inch heels...matching halter tops not even trying to hide the voluptuous tities...with co-ordinating tight fitting hip hugger daisy dukes or the half pant...or capri...light weight wrap dresses that moved when you swayed suggestively exposing exactly what you intended...gold and bright lip sticks were the order of the day...and the hair styles...hmm...is another thing...that takes on a whole new dimension...nails were painted and the air was polluted with the fragrance of colored water...body creams...and shower gels..of course the men...of the ghetto...you could tell...for Jordan's rule...not Gucci or Valentino...
oversized jerseys and long white t-shirts that could actually be dresses paired with jeans or shorts...cornrows, long braids or come as you are...true street with blunts...or cigarettes fueled the atmosphere...one like me had to be sure to avert the eyes just in time not be caught staring at a b-boy just in case he got offended...my time there was fun actually...and I enjoyed the scene...like the deejay said..."we's know where we from!"... and they surely did...as they partied with no care as to what others thought...
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Remember that what you believe will depend very much on what you are." - Noah Porter
Sunday was my first day off for the month...and I lazed around like a futon all day...only getting up to take munchy and bathroom breaks...the body needed the rest...
The night before...a friend and me...patronized a ghetto fabulous party in the heart of the ghetto...like the deejay said..."we's know where we from"...the sultry modes of dress...would put Tyra and Naomi to the test...from strappy sandals to five inch heels...matching halter tops not even trying to hide the voluptuous tities...with co-ordinating tight fitting hip hugger daisy dukes or the half pant...or capri...light weight wrap dresses that moved when you swayed suggestively exposing exactly what you intended...gold and bright lip sticks were the order of the day...and the hair styles...hmm...is another thing...that takes on a whole new dimension...nails were painted and the air was polluted with the fragrance of colored water...body creams...and shower gels..of course the men...of the ghetto...you could tell...for Jordan's rule...not Gucci or Valentino...
oversized jerseys and long white t-shirts that could actually be dresses paired with jeans or shorts...cornrows, long braids or come as you are...true street with blunts...or cigarettes fueled the atmosphere...one like me had to be sure to avert the eyes just in time not be caught staring at a b-boy just in case he got offended...my time there was fun actually...and I enjoyed the scene...like the deejay said..."we's know where we from!"... and they surely did...as they partied with no care as to what others thought...
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Remember that what you believe will depend very much on what you are." - Noah Porter
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