Another weekend of clubbing.

Friday: Went to Latitude for Rick's birthday, it was coo. Ended up gettin' hella drunk cause I had half a pint of heem before the club then drank 4 beers in the club. Man! I haven't been that drunk in a LONG time.

Saturday: We all went to The Room Ultra lounge again for Melissa's birthday Part II and that shit was dead! So Jojo, Edwin, Dru and me went to Loft 11 and it was like little Africa in that mug. Then we went back to The Room and the turn out wasn't bad.

Sunday: Ate a Texas Double Whopper meal from Burger King for lunch. Talk about a heart attack! Shit was bomb though. It was a double whopper with jalapenos, mustard, cheese, and bacon.




Heart attack!

All of this clubbing lately hasn't been amusing me too much. Like my previous blog down there about nightlife, thats what really goes down at clubs. Funny, but its the fuckin' truth. Eyein' down females and waitin' for a perfect chance to dive in like some vultures, just aint me. I rather be kickin' back wit a female at the house or chill at a lounge or the group home with my kinfolks. It still amazes me how I've matured after all the bullshit I've been through the past few months. I guess it takes a hard hit for some folks to realize the real world.