!@#$%^&* Homecoming

I had to censor myself because my mom might read this one day. But if some of you haven't heard...Hampton University's 2006 Homecoming sucked. I wish I had a more extensive vocabulary so I could use a word other than "sucked", but that word realy fits. Now the whole weekend wasn't worthy of the word suck. Just one day in particular. I'll get to that in a few. First let me say I was looking pretty damn fly Friday night. That night me and my homeboy Coleman hit up this party. I using the cliche, but the attire was "grown & sexy". Did I oblige...YES I DID! I've noticed a growing trend among some of my fellow bloggers...namely Jameil. She often describes her outfits. Now I don't know if this makes a little womanish (if it does let me know), but I gotta tell ya'll what the kid had on. Blue-gray argyle sweater...royal blue shirt undereath...blue and white tie...gray slacks...black loafers. Not hard bottoms...loafers. I also threw on the silver band Guess watch...the aviator style hater blockers and you I had the diamonds in my ears. Ok enough about that. Friday night's party was jumping. Biz Markie was the DJ. Yes Biz "You Got What I Need" Markie. Dude played some good stuff. So that night ended with a bang. Had me all excited for Saturday's party. That's where this story goes down faster than Jenna Jameson. Starting off the game was kinda boring...even though I ain't go in the game. I heard we only won like 13-3. I basically spent the whole day looking for a ticket for the hot party of the night. I found some eventually. So you'd think my day was starting to look up. Wrong! I had to rush back home to make my "Party Punch". If you want to know what's in it just holla at me...it will get you where you need to be, please believe me. So I rush the punch...take a quick shower and start re-inventing my sexy. I couldn't wear the same colors as yesterday. That would be asinine. So I pull out the charcoal gray slacks...standard white shirt. I know pretty lame isn't? But wait, there's more. To spruce this up I put on a red, white and grey tie. I noticed the temperature had dropped a few degrees, so I threw on the Lacoste sweater just to keep it pimpin. I put on the black hard bottoms...couldn't do the loafers two nights in a row. I left the Guess watch at home and threw on the DKNY black leather band watch. I put the diamonds on again just to blind the haters. Yeah...the kid was fresh. But...Saturday's outfit was wasted. Me and my boy CH get to the spot and it's packed. I mean like they're givnig out free crack on Georgia Ave. in D.C. packed. Turns out the bitch-ass promoters sold 1,200 tickets. The venue held 600. Anyone else notice a problem here. Just to paint a better picture for you guys, my ticket number was in the 600's. So me and CH are outside not knowing what's going on. We just figure we'll wait outside until the line starts moving. Eventually it does start moving. To the left...to the right...backwards. Apparently there was some commotion up front and security felt the need to exercise their right to pull out their tasers. CH ran...I followed him. We talked about it after the fact. Did I get in to the party Saturday? No sir. Did I get my money back bright and early the next morning? Yeah man. So to sum up Homecoming '06 for me...wack. I think from now on I'm gonna keep it real alumni. I'm gonna put on my button up, my nice jeans, some grown man Scooby-Do's (those are shoes by the way) and go to the game on Saturday. I ain't messing with these young whipper snappers no more. I'm keeping it adult from now on. At least that way I won't waste another bomb ass outfit.

P.S. This post was brought to you by Jameil. She punked me into posting. Sorry J...I won't slip up no mo...lol.