The Ugly Light
The picture you see above is from the movie Juice. It's the scene where Q sees a fly tender hard at work at her job at a local record shop who looks like a Goddess from behind... But then she turned around. This proves to me that God has a sense of humor. I was at the club this weekend, now although I don't party until the ugly light comes on I still party hard. What's the Ugly Light you might ask? Well it's when the party is over and they turn the lights on. Pay attention the next thing that happens and you'll see the ugly people scatter like roaches... the ones w/ 2 different color navy blues, or busted weaves that get a pass a dark room filled w/ drunk people. Let me tell you what happened to me this weekend.
So I'm at the bar right, sitting down and enjoying the music, trying to see which song the DJ will play that gets the crowd hype... Maybe I can find a new favorite song. Honestly I was just waiting for them to play Crank Dat SoulJa Boy so I can do my dance!! Yooouuuuuuuaaa!!!!
So I'm drinking... and Drinking and on about my fourth drink, it happens They play my song! I put my drink down and do my dance, I got tired since I'm old but that was really my only reason to go to the club, satisfied for the night, I go back to sit at the bar and I see this girl walk up to the bar and have a seat. Wow I'm thinking look at her body and her hair is freshly done. See that's someone who knows how to take care of them self.
I hit the bartender up who was my best friend for the night. I think T-Pain lives in my soul b/c the week before I was in Love w/ a Stripper (blog to come) and this week I liked the Bartender. Honestly she was cool peoples we were both from Jersey so we clicked and laughed at the NC alumni of the state. So while we are laughing the fly chick on the other end of the bar calls the bartender over. And BAM!!!
The girl w/ the ass like Serena, the Boobs like Meagan good... was blessed w/ the face of James Evans... the father from Good Times. My heart was broken, so broken that it hopped out of my chest fell in my drink, ran out the door, stole someones car and crashed a 82 Buick back into my chest. Yeah it was that bad. This is when I knew God has a sense of Humor.
But It works both ways I noticed the ladies on the dance floor doing their thing when someone walks up behind them and starts grinding on their ass. Then that's when the look over the shoulder comes into play and they stop dancing once they realize they were dancing w/ the mail version of Stripe from Gremlins.
How do you handle Ugly?
