On Saturday Keva and I went to see Little Brother at some random spot called Ottobar in Baltimore. Yes, I was in Baltimore. Keva beat me to the post so I must recognize the original Little Brother and the Korean Barbecue before commenting myself. Here goes...
The concert was tight. For those unfamiliar with the lyrical stylings of Little Brother you are truly missing out on greatness. Someone suggested the group to me before and I immediately dismissed them. But I now regret that. They are funny and intelligent without turning into one of those "conscious" rap groups that no one wants to listen to (except me of course cause thats what i like). I saw them open for Kanye West at the NorVa when College Dropout first dropped. The group has a great onstage presence and they are just on point. Anyways, they did, what seemed to be, every song they have recorded plus a bunch of freestyles (that looks like a comma splice doesnt it?). They danced and enjoyed themselves as much as the audience enjoyed their show.
The crowd was an interesting bunch. Rhythmless white boys to dredlocked old men to Jenn and Keva. This place was intimate without being cliche. There might have been maybe 10 girls in the whole audience, but it was still chill. No one groping women. And with the exception of the huge man who kept poking me, I left happy. Some people were drinking but I just didnt feel like babysitting a drink(since I am definitely a babysitting pro) that particular night so I was extra sober.
After the concert Keva decided she was real hungry. We, along with RH, ended up at a Korean Barbecue. I know what you are thinking..."jennifer only eats like 8 different things...what the hell was she doing at a korean spot." Long story short...this is what happens when you trust people with food decisions that shouldnt be trusted. Try and "culture" black folks...Moving on. I had to use chopsticks (catastrophe) and look at korean men with REALLY nasty feet. I ended up pretty much eating white rice and telling myself that I need to avoid asians foods. But the conversation made it all worthwhile.
I poured my heart out about my present issue (which I will no divulge to you people) for a few emotionaless seconds and was blasted from the moment I began speaking. Weaker beings might have cried, but RH was right and so I had to suck it up and besides, who is crying in public??? Not Miss Jennifer. Its a bit strange considering I dont really know that person at all. But he understood my issue (singular) and broke it down and thats that. Meanwhile, I spent the night setting MissKeva up for glory. She whined about me talking too much or some such nonsense, but I talked just enough to put her in a wonderful place. You know why? Cause I'm great dammit. Even in my depressed state I want my friends to be sublimely happy.
So while on the way out of Baltimore my phone rings. It was maybe 4 in the morning. Now, I will leave the caller nameless because I know that person is probably going to read this and should feel bad enough without me name-dropping and letting everyone know how inconsiderate they are. I do not like people to call me after maybe 12 unless they are on SERIOUS boo status. And since no one has that status now, late night calls are unacceptable. Yes, I was awake. However, there are not many topics to talk about after 2. You might be calling about sex (and if you are calling me you are DAMN sure wasting time), you could be calling because you are drunk (and I dont enjoy drunk people), or you could be calling because there is some sort of emergency (which is the ONLY acceptable excuse). Blah blah blah. I did answer. I shouldnt have. I knew that as I flipped open the phone. It was real bad, but hey, I didnt cry so whatever. Live and learn right. DONT CALL ME THAT DAMN LATE EVER AGAIN IN LIFE. This experience, which ended in me getting hung up on for no reason at all, further proves my extremely forgiving nature exists despite my smart mouth. Possibly TOO forgiving nature. I curse and get mad and all that but in the end I hold people down who dont always deserve it.
Oh...I'll end on a happy note. I GET TO SEE BILAL AGAIN!!!!! He will be in Baltimore and I will be there too. Happy.
(strange way to end right? but i started talking about stuff that i wont blog on so i had to just move on...)
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I can't hate. You are real on point. You do know exactly when to drop things in and what to leave out and I am still benefiting from your talking to much. I let him see the profile and he was REAL pressed. He said it was "sexy" that I put that in my profile about him. So I'm happy. Youre so tight! Now we just have to get these losers out of your line of sight cause, clearly, if you see them you go for them. And that quite frankly has to stop. We are going to Texas to find you a starting line up. ASAP. When you trying to leave?
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