Update: My mini vacation was semi-successful. A lot of family BS and someone hitting my car at the hotel pretty much fukked up my weekend.
After arriving Friday afternoon, the first place I went was to check out the Greenwood Cultural Center and Museum. I didn't plan ahead, so I didn't get a chance to take an official tour. I didn't really need the tour anyways, because it's not that big of a place and I've seen the Tulsa War Riot documentary, which most of the museum is based on. The bad thing about that part of the day was that it rained while I was trying to take pics of the Black Wall Street monuments surrounding the center. I caught the feels though.... being there on the ground where everything happened, then seeing the results made me extremely sad and angry. What could have been..... I went to a club downtown that wasn't Enso.... can't remember the name, but I do know it's on the corner on the street right before Enso. I had some kinfolk that was rolling with us that didn't have proper ID (paperwork saying that they applied for a new ID... LOL) and they didn't wanna spend no money (with they broke ass!), so that almost fukked up the whole night. We abandoned then to hit that club I mentioned.... I walked by a table of 3 white chicks.... one chick, in particular, loves the smell of Polo Blue, which was what I was wearing.... she peeped it and had me come over to sit down and have drinks. That's all it took for me. The icing on the cake was she BOUGHT MY DRINK! We chopped it up until last call, then got some grub off one of the food trucks. I was trying my hardest to get her back to the room, but her friends and a kinfolk I just met kinda cock-blocked me and she was actually married (unhappily). I got her FB, so whenever I got back, I'll have some connects (and some p*ssy) on deck.
Saturday.... Operating on 3 hours of sleep. I ate the complementary breakfast buffet at our hotel (It was decent... I love biscuits and gravy, so I was good), showered, then went shopping at Woodland Hills Mall. Dillard's is my spot at home, so I checked out the store here. Of course, this joint has a bigger selection of everything, including the sales rack where I get most of my clothing (fukk paying full price for Ralph Lauren Polo). I picked up some dope shirts that were on sale for 65% off. I bought 2 Polo Shirts and Daniel Cremieux linen shirt (fire) that I needed for our reunion dinner party. Our colors were red/white/black. I also copped some some Adidas shoes (Kayne inspired) that set off my whole outfit. I spent about 200.00 total (I left before I could spend more. Lol) . I went to a reunion event for a bit, then chopped it up with my (female) cousin and aunt from Phoenix whose flight was continuously delayed due to mechanical problems and incompetence in Milwaukee. Reunion dinner part was from 6-10.... now remember, I'm still running off 3 hours of sleep. Wasn't happening. I slept from 5:00-8:00pm, showered, got dressed and tried to make the dinner party before 10pm. Luckily, the place where it was being held was close...... but, what I saw next fukked up my entire trip..... Some white dude from OKC had hit my car and left a note on my windshield explaining what happened to my car and left his name and contact info (Thank God!) The lower tail end of my rear quarter panel on the driver's side had 3 long and deep scratches. I WAS PISSED!!!! I finally make it to the reunion dinner only to have time to make a to-go plate (they had boxes too! Blessed!), then head off to the clubs.
I was still pissy about the night before because my party took forever to get ready and organized (as you know we do) and the fact we had broke nikkas with us. I wasn't going for that shyt again.... lo and behold, they tried that shyt again. I left them this time to hit downtown and they were pissed, so they basically sent me on a wild goose chase after I left downtown. I never saw them again. I was highly pissed after I figured out what was going on.... and I may not even talk to that cousin again (he's a fukk nikka anyways....) As far as what I did, I went to Enso again because it was dead on Friday night(locals said Saturday is when it's poppin). I was chilling there waiting on my peoples to get there when I met another random chick.... this one was mixed raced.... black/white.... 5'9-5'10.... my type(her friend was shorter, but finer. 5'4 dark skin; ass and titties on deck). She lost her friends, a couple who she was clubbing with... so I chatted her up in Enzo. She complemented me on my cologne game too.... it was Dolce & Gabbana The One on this night. She finally found her friends.... We decided to bar hop together since my fukk ass cousins were on some fukk shyt. We hit up Inner Circle... it was alright but the chicks that I was with made the night a decent one. The chick I chatted was kinda crazy, likes to talk to random strangers when she's drunk type chick. The white people down there like that kind of shyt, so I had to interact with these drunk muthafukkas and let them into my personal space because my new friend got these white people convinced that is ok to invade my space(especially white dude's trying to be my "bro.")
About 1am, I left downtown to try to find my cousins that sent me on a wild goose chase. I went to Cronies, then Rio looking for these fugazi muthafukkas I call family. I finally said fukk it and fukk them! I went back to the hotel, ate my dinner plate from the reunion(which was salty AF) then got a few hours of sleep before going back home.
Thanks for your help for those that helped me!
at my thread turning into a soccer thread.
