Before I begin, I must take some time out to with my mother a Happy Birthday. I love you, Mom. Also, Happy Birthday to the anonymous poster who keeps on reminding me that her birthday is the same day as my Mom’s. Thanks for reading and showing love in the comments section.
Now, on to the story. I have to make someone else famous today, but this idiot deefinitely has it coming to him. The place: Modern Lounge in Georgetown. The time: around midnight. The scene: A very diverse crowd, mostly Asian and White, with a decent amount of pretty ladies in attendance. My friend Taz was standing at the bar talking to this Middle Eastern guy when I walked over to make a joke about something which has now escaped my mind thanks to Johnnie Walker Blue and the rest of his friends that took up temporary residence in my liver last night. Once I came over, Taz tried to introduce me to the Middle Eastern guy, who apparently was a party promoter or something. I reached out my hand to shake his and said “What’s up man. Good to meet you.”
I don’t know what went on in that man’s brain between me extending my hand, and speaking, but he flipped out. He looked me in the eye and said “I don’t know you man. do I know you? Do you know who I am? I DON’T KNOW YOU!”
I responded by saying “I know you don’t know me. Taz just tried to introduce me to you.” Then I looked at Taz and said “What the Hell just happened? Was I or was I not being nice to this guy? I really don’t want to have to beat the sh*t out this guy tonight. I’m having a nice time.”
Taz de-escalated the situation and reminded me that this guy’s little crew thinks that they run that lounge for some reason since they have a little money. Then he proceeded to remind me that if he comes back and says anything else, we’re going to beat the Holy Hell out of them in the club and probably not even get asked to leave since he’s good friends with the manager, security, and most of the bartenders. The thought of breaking that Prince Naseem looking jackass’ nose made me smile, so I calmed down and let the incident slide.
Later on, I came to find out that the Middle Eastern promoter guy’s crew were NOT the ones who really ran the place. That distiction goes to Jamell, an openly gay dude who looks like the R&B singer Ne-Yo. This dude had the two finest women in the building with him, by far, and was holding court about 20 feet away from where Middle Eastern Promoter Guy was about to end up picking up his teeth off the floor had he kept on talking sh*t. Once we made it over to Jamell’s crew to flirt with the pretty girls, he insisted that I print this. This is the gospel according to Jamell, told with a conviction and intense delivery that would make you laugh, but at the same time, believe his over-the top club sermon: “All these motherf*ckers think they run this b*tch. I run this b*tch! Not the Arabs. Not those white kids from Georgetown. I run it! A gay black dude from New York. They don’t know it, but this is MY SHI*T!”
So now that I kept my word and quoted Jamell on here, I guess I can end this entry. If you’re reading this bro, tell the tall chick with the long hair that I said hello. Little Hostile Middle Eastern club promoter guy, if you’re reading this, recognize that you were about two sentences away from a trip to Geogetown University Hospital for emergency surgery to remove a size 11 shoe from your ass.
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Thank you, Leon! I’m so geeked out right now! Hope your mom enjoys her day. :)
WonderLove
Size 11 shoe huh? :P
***smiles***
Well, 10.5 or 11, depending on the shoe…lol
craziness!
First off, middle easterners, arabs, indians, punjabis, or whatever seem to be the most obnoxious people in any given club anywhere you go.
Why?
I’ve had more than my fair share of occasions where I’ve thought that they totally don’t know how to fuckin act when they’re in a club setting.
The only group of people who, and I swear to god, are worse than black people in clubs.
Hell, everybody is worse than black people in clubs when you really think about it.
Good looks on checking him though.
nice neyo reference haha. And I have still not seen any proof that you would be between 10-11 shoe size…you’re slackin on your pimpin.
“I really don’t want to have to beat the sh*t out this guy tonight. I’m having a nice time”
If you weren’t older, I’d think we were twins seperated at birth. I always like to throw in a nice “You know, Punks jump up to get beat down.” at the end of my threats of violence.
Now, where is this club? I want to make Janell my new best friend.
Leon’ Since ithas been awhile since I have visited you, let me just say HANG TOUGH. Those Middle Eastern folk are just a pain in the ass from which he should now be picking size 11 shoe leather.
Hey there! Did you get your gift yet?
-Monica
ooh johnny walker blue? hey daddy didnt know you were long in the pockets like that.
@ WonderLove, hope you had a great birthday!
@ Satalyte, trust me, it would have been worse had my friend not been there. He kept me from saying anything fucked up back to the guy.
@ Peach, do you want to see my d*ck? Is that what you’re asking? LOL
@ Sister, you have a much higher place on my cool people’s list after tonight. I’ll definitely let you know next time I go to Modern so you can meet Jamell and become a member of his fabulous crew…lol
LOL @ Brother Curmudgeon. Your comments always make me smile. Glad you made it back over this way again.
@ Monica, yes, I got it. Thank you very much for the Rocky CD. You are the greatest, and if I were in Ohio, I’d kiss you and gently bite your lower lip right now :)
But for real, thank you very much
@ Gold Digger Tash, before you get too happy, some random bartender that Taz knew got us the Johnnie Walker at a bar we stopped at before Modern. For the price of…Nothing. So although what’s in my jeans is kind of long, my money isn’t…lol
Dog you are glad I was not there. Cause I would have been on sum other shit. Like, following homeboy home and giving him a mammoth beat down. And then we could have given him a good run of his pockets and jewels, and possibly an invasion of the home. Can’t let anyone one come at you sideways or they will be laying that way that’s my motto.
Wow did I just write that?? I guess I still got some of that childhood aggression built up in me. LOL!!!!!!
Reference: http://listentoleon.blogspot.com/2006/11/bus-stop-beatdown.html
Play lotto!!!!!!!!
***pushes Monica out the way****
PUCKER UP!!!! LOL!
Speaking on behalf of Peach, let’s see! let’s see! let’s see! let’s see! let’s see!
hahahaha you’re such a jerk…i was joking!!
LMAO!!!
Damn, I hope that was a chick pushing me out the way to kiss you! LOL
Glad you got it, hon. Now get in the gym!!!!
-Monica