Monday, April 6, 2009

Morning Mail - 4.6.09

Ace Rothstein: [Don is dismissed from the casino] Listen, if you didn't know you're bein' scammed, you're too fuckin' dumb to keep this job. If you did know, you were in on it. Either way, you're out. Get out! Go on. Let's go.
(Source: Casino)

Anyone who knows me, knows this is one of my favorite quotes in the world. I really HATE when people insult my intelligence.

It’s always hard to let go, but at times you have to use common sense to evaluate a situation that is just not working. And do not get me wrong faithful readers, I’m not talking about people you may be dealing with, I’m talking about everyone from friends to sometimes even family.

I have had a hell of a last seven days. I swear basically what Dr. J did in the last seven days I will define as the creation story. And on the last day, which was yesterday, I rested. I had some good food, great DC weather, and I looked back and realized what had been made of this remake and I liked it.

A few highlights from the past few days:
Thursday – My friend’s can attest, it’s been a long time since I was in the club at 2am. I’m usually a couple hours in the club type of fellow. However, something about being random and drinking henny and actually meeting someone worth talking to helped me to have a good/safe time.

Friday – House party with Castro. Typical fashion, I couldn’t make it past 2:30am. Please note, never drink anything out of a cooler, you don’t know what you’re drinking, you could be on your way to drunkenness. I knew I was drunk when I was listening to Gucci Bandana for the sixth time. I would later find out after I decided to go to sleep that someone pulled a gun at the party, what type of foolishness is that.

Saturday – Saturday morning’s highlight was… OK I need to figure out where my car is. Yeah one of those nights. Saturday had the op to check out the cherry blossoms and take some cool pictures. Then caught some of the first game at a bar in Chinatown. Returned home with the fellas, took that, “I’m going out later nap” and it went horribly wrong. Despite my fatigue, I managed to get it together to go out. I paid to get in the club, so I was determined to be there until I seen the lights come on. It was packed, hot, sub-par showing for the females. It was warm and they couldn’t muster up better outfits, smh. I did see two things of note; (1) A drunk chick making out with a guy sitting next to her ex-boyfriend who had this sinister smile on his face, (2) A chick’s bare ass on the dance floor. This always surprises me because what type of scaly wag are you when you allow your bare ass to be all out in a club with strangers. I guess I passed the no hoe line without knowing it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The no hoe line is to be habitually stepped on