I was working with a group of inner city Black kids last week, and they were all talking about going to clubs. One kid asked if I went to clubs, and I explained to him that I don't like going all the way downtown to a place where I have to wait in line, and then they won't let me in because I have jeans and Chucks on. I really don't like people telling me how to dress. He said to me, "Come on! You gotta get your grown man on."
I was called out by a kid half my age who was thrown out of his high school.
Well, today I got some really nice pants to wear to work in an attempt to get the grown man on in the twenty-ten.
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It was inevitable. I don't get my grown man on because usually I have to pay a cover, which I find incredibly sexist most of the time (unless it's for everyone. Then I find it stupid).
But yeah, you definitely just got school'd.
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Andrew: Yeah, I forgot to mention covers in this post too. F' that.
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If I happen to actually leave my place & go out & whoever I'm with wants to go somewhere with a cover, I sit outside & wait, generally. If there was a club that only charged covers for girls everyone would be up in arms.
Eff that.
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You are TRULY "Movin' On Up".
Andrew: We are in agreement then.
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Heff: Let me guess: That song was playing when you were reading? Love it when the song relates to the post . . .
When I was a PYT, I used to drive all the way from Milwaukee to Carol Stream, IL. And then drive from Carol Stream, IL to downtown Chicago JUST to rock Division. Hunt Club--or as we called it, Cunt Club--was a personal favorite. And THEN drive all the way home at 4am. What young horny people do to get laid...ok, well not even get laid because what dude would want to do me on the floor of some random apartment in Carol Stream, IL?!
Miss Org: The Cunt Club? Hahaha. I hate Rush and Division, but yeah, it's where you go to get some, I suppose. Getting down on the floor in Carol Stream? Did you have no bed in the place? Hahahhaa.
Carol Stream was my friend's place...and technically I slept on the couch, but this one time in band camp, I was staying at her boyfriend's PARENTS' house in Elmhurst and she and said BF wanted to hook me up with his friend, so they "urged me" to sleepover. In that scenario I would've slept on the floor with this guy. I was like 24 at the time and felt like, even then, I was too old to do the hands pants dance with some random on a basement floor.
Orgo: Hey, at least you gave your friend's floor a good waxing. Great story! : )
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