But this place was the favorite of young sorrors from all chapters of Black Greek life. There was no waiting on line, my boy knows everybody we walked in like we were stars. A dapped laced w/ a 20 dollar bill to the bouncer and we waded through the crowd, as the DJ gave my mans a shout and a big up to Jersey and then he began playing all of the weeks problems and issues in a medley of our favorite songs and we let the rhythm of the beat allow us to dance away our problems. The night went by in a blur and before I knew it I was grinding up on somebody's daughter who was finer than wine from the most exclusive vineyard in the nation. She whispered flirts and snippets of her life in my left ear as my right ear engulfs Jeezy the snowman and my brain transforms the song into one of those smooth R&B jams sang by one of those smooth R&B groups. You know from the era when music was good. Jeezy turned into the Stylistics, his YEAH!'s a mellow riff over a guitar and drum played live. All this made possible by the shots of Patron and the long island iced tea purchased upon arrival as she lets off a "ahhhh this my jam!!!" As she wraps her arms around your neck.

Then reality hits, Its only 2 am and Lil Tennessee Ted done bashed someones head in w/ a corona bottle, and some young nigga trying to make a name for himself starts shooting in the air, and his boy takes his shirt off displaying his under developed chest muscles screaming "what pussy ass nigga wanna fuck w/ the zone 3." Party's over you head to the waffle and crack jokes on your man passed out on the speaker and head to the parking lot to gather some last telephone numbers before you get your grub on.

As the Police directs traffic out the parking lot, you see a woman w/ half of her ass showing, high heels in hand next week party flyer pretending to be a fan getting righteous saying "this is why black people can't never have nothing" and it hits you. That the cable bill is do and you just bought somebody's daughter 3 drinks and forgot to get her number. A quick scan of the crowd and you see her talking to Lil Tennessee Ted next to a Dodge Magnum w/ 24 inch rims and tinted windows but the summer's breeze reveals that somebody's daughter wasn't all that anyway. She just smelled like mama's breakfast on a Sunday morning and a slice of watermelon after a few shots of Patron and that Long Island Ice Ted you purchased upon arrival.