Showing posts with label clothing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clothing. Show all posts

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Getting My Grown Man On

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.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Things I've Learned During My Most Recent Trip To Vegas

Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I was in Las Vegas for a bachelor party. Here's what I learned:

1. A lot of families take their kids to Vegas, and while I know there are lot of things for kids to do these days, there are still people handing out pictures of naked women touching their vaginas every couple of steps you take out there. Also, some families are still milling around with their kids at 2:00AM. My guess is the trip is more for mom's and dad's that really like to go there.

2. Contrary to popular belief, you can actually find a lot of cheap adult beverages out there ($1.00 or $1.50 beers) on the strip (albeit at crappy cheesy Casinos, which are fun for me), or if you're a gambler, there are casinos that bring you free cocktails while you're playing. Actually, one day we were just reclining in the chairs at a really nice sports book watching the Chicago Cubs ruin our afternoon, and the lady was bringing us freebies, despite the fact that we had no bets down. We didn't get up early enough to lay money down, and it was probably best that we didn't. But, if you go most anywhere else it's 7 bucks for a beer and like 10 for a mixed drink.

3. Money goes fast out there. The ATM's, we call them "cash machines" in Chicago, and I just figured out that people out there don't know what the hell that is, spit out 100 dollar bills. They don't even bother with twenties. Very scary.

4. If a random aging barfly says she will give you the ugliest men's powder blue jacket with an ugly pattern and an even uglier pattern in the lining for the price of buying her one bottle of MGD, she will make good on her promise one out of one times (100%) in my limited research. Also, when you're packing in a hurry in the hotel room and you have a newly acquired Mr. Furley jacket, there is no reason to pack the thing for the trip home as I did.