I'm feeling pretty self conscious about the deadly serious (or seriously deadly?) nature of my posts lately. I guess I have been in a more serious mindset, with the onset of senior spring semester, the sink hole in my bank account, and the realization that I can't afford to be a cocktail waitress who books four flights a month. I definitely lightened things up and burned off some pent up energy (but not calories, as I had a Five Guys burger, fries, AND Jumbo Slice pizza) last night though. The night, or technically early afternoon, began with cards, drinks, and me talking over the football game announcer/force feeding everyone shots abusively early, and ended with me in an elevator with the guys from Afrika Bambaataa wondering where my red puffer jacket and friends were. So basically a pretty standard Sunday night. The events that happened in between are largely illogical, inappropriate and inexplicable. So again nothing really out of the ordinary. Flashbacks are as follows: 1) giving a Ke$ha look alike my phone number and promising to walk her dog today, 2) attempting to steal Bambaatta's hat, then upon confrontation, offering him my watch in exchange and 3) getting chastised for admiring one of his posse's "Jesus pieces" - note to self- look, don't touch! Such good fun; my roommate and I were beckoned out of the crowd by the video camera man who brought us on stage where we danced, had drinks and saw Bambatta spin up close and personally. I don't really have any inclination to watch the video as I've never seen myself dance drunk, and prefer to retain the illusion that I appear somewhat desirable while doing so.
Download Bambaataa- Looking for the Perfect Beat here: http://www.mediafire.com/?g5m9hz11vvy for an old-school, hip-hop, throwback thrillla.
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