VIP

Being that today is Friday, I should be happy and this should be the start to a great weekend. WRONG! I recently started helping a friend on Friday nights with his club by standing at the door collecting money. Trust me, I see everything and everyone that is wrong before they walk through the door. You see girls who dresses like...let me not go there right now. I guess since today is Friday the 13th, the animal in everyone came out. So here starts the attitude of wanting to be a somebody. This guy who was already inside invited two chicks to come out and hang, ok cool. He walks in and says "these girls are on my VIP list". I'm happy for them that they are on his list but they not on mines so they have to pay. Then he repeats" but they with me". Again, I'm happy you guys are friends but they still have to pay. By the way, did I mention he’s supposed to be a star? I don't know in what world but that's what I heard. So now he’s hott that I didn't bend, he throws a twenty at me. COOL. Then one of the shawty looks at me and the orange bracelet that needs to be on her arms and says she doesn’t want to wear it because of her outfit. Again, why must we make everything so HARD? TRUST me the outfit was not all DAT! Just take the damn bracelet and take your happy nonpaying ass inside and say no to every guy who ask you to dance cause you think your s%^t don’t stink(really wanted to say dat). Any who, back to the matter at hand. Here comes another, non-wanting to pay brotha. He walks in not saying anything and tries to pass me and heads straight for the door. Excuse me…bring your happy butt back he and pay (really wanted to say that). But I just looked at him and told him it was $10. OMG! He’s world came crashing down because I told him he needed to pay. How dare me! “I’m on the guest list and I don’t have to pay.” Oh please! What guest list? There was barely 40 people inside. Just pay and take your happy a$$ inside. Mind you, I was told that everyone has to pay because there was no list. So I tell this fool that regardless of who he is he needs to pay. If he needs someone to let him in he would needs to call them out so they can ok this mess. Anyways this fool starts spitting all over the place talking about he's the owner of the club and how dare I not know who h is and let him in. I wanted to tell him that I lost the memo along with my mind. Once his spit started landing on my face, I let dragon breath in. So here he comes to prove his point with the co owner of this party. I’m like who cares, you already went in and you are a no body so why try to prove a point now. Then the DJ had the AUDACITY to try and please this beer belly, rice and beans eating fool by saying, "oh it's not her fault, she's just doing her job. They didn't tell her about you". First of all, who the hell is HE? To me, he is/was and always will be a NOBODY! Regardless if the owner of the club or party was your booty partner you need to know how to approach someone and tell them who you are and the reason why you walking by like you the King of the Hill. Clam the heck down. Basically the moral of the story is...If they put you on VIP, don't let that get to your head. They are just trying to be nice by pleasing you. If you had money to buy that outfit that didn’t fit and put gas in your car to go out I'm sure you have money to pay. And if it so happens that you are not on the list or heaven forbid there is no list and they trying to explain that to you in clear english, DO NOT act like the fool your shirt and pants makes you look like. Just pull out your money and keep it moving.

Intro

I recently met someone who opened my eyes to the blogging world. By reading this persons blog it allowed me to look deep within and allow myself to speak freely. My entries may be fiction or non-fiction but either way you will see how my mind works. I would like you to leave comments and also allow yourself to speak freely. This should be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. So, get a drink, sit back and blog. Let the games begin.