Last night was The Legend’s birthday party. In a big improvement from last year, he actually showed up. He arranged a fun night out at a club in San Francisco. The party was small, but it was a good group of people.
It was a lot of fun. Up until about midnight, maybe 12:30. By then, people were starting to crash, hard and I had had it with being pushed, shoved, stepped on and generally assaulted. (And Mr. Trizzle, don’t even give me the ‘battery vs. assault’ lecture. I mean the word in the general everyday way, not the legal way.)
This club was very different from any I’d ever been to before in two ways. First, I’ve never been in a club that packed. Clubs with packed dance floors, yes. But clubs where the whole place is so packed you can hardly stand still without being jostled, let alone wiggle a little bit, no. I was starting to think Kunte Kinta had more personal space on the Lord Ligonier.
Second, I don’t think I have ever been in a club with so many white people! Ok, maybe that’s not quite accurate because I’ve been in bigger clubs. I guess what I mean is I don’t think I’ve ever been in a club with such a high percentage of white people. Now, in general, a club full of dancing white people really isn’t a big deal. However, this club was too full.
You see, white people have this thing, especially common when the DJ plays their favorite hip hop songs, where they just have to do whatever is being talked about on the song. This results in most of the room attempting to “back that *vampire* up,” “drop it,” or throw their arms up and jump at the same time. Suddenly, all these people are taking up twice as much space as they were before because they’re bent over, squatting down or flailing around like maniacs. Splendid. Cuz I wasn’t getting shoved or pushed enough before. Mr. Trizzle reprimanded me for throwing ‘bows, but 8ft-Red agreed it was a good move.
And yes, the DJ played quite a number of songs from that favorites list linked above. He did a lot of weird stuff too, like playing the Beatles “Come Together” split up with Biggie’s “Hypnotize” so that it altered between the two. He also took out the good dance beat in “Grillz” and replaced it with some weird electronica beat that did not match the cadence of the rap at all, but he left on the beat for “A Milli”! That is the worst beat ever in the history of Lil Wayne and hip hop, and you sure as heck can’t dance to it.
Luckily, it seems The Legend doesn’t mind being bumped against or whatever. (And I’m convinced guys really don’t know how annoying it is because they have almost no bare skin in the clubs, unlike girls. So when that fat, sweaty girl brushes against their arms, they don’t even realize their shirt is all wet, whereas I’m left with a greasy arm and an overwhelming nausea caused by the gross violation of my body.) The Legend was having tons of fun, chatting it up (in a club, I have no idea how!), dancing with girls, buying drinks for girls… oh wait, for himself because she disappeared… and generally having fun. He was having so much fun, he didn’t even seem ready to leave when the club closed. And that’s good, cuz it was his birthday. Happy Birthday! :)