Time certainly flies, doesn't it? One minute i'm writing about the end of 2008 and the next minute, it's darn near the middle of 2009. My bad, people, my bad. But this I can tell you: This has been an interesting year thus far, filled with unexpected bumps, bruises, victories and most recently, violations!(hahaha, this is a funny one, y'all)
Uptown Saturday Night(literally)
It was a mildly warm saturday evening and the vibe was right to step out on the town. My girl, Kiana, had a girl in town, so the setting was perfect for entertaining. We decided on hitting up a spot to mingle, grab a drink, and enjoy the music. When we got to this popular Atlanta spot, we get in, no hassle,thanks to one of the promoters.
Libations, it is!
We get a drink and toast to the bon vie(the good life for those who dont know french;i dont either, but it's a title to a popular 80's dance song.) The place wasnt' crowded yet, so we were able to have conversation without screaming over one another. After our second drink, we decided to walk to the VIP(very important person is what it typically stands for but this night it might stand for voluntary ignorant people)area to sit on the plush,black leather seats. Why not? the couch was unoccupied. Three minutes into resting our backsides on the couch, a young, young, lady approached us. Evidently she was one of the staff. " Excuse me, are you all buying a bottle?" "No", we quickly replied in unison. " Well," she interjected, " This area is reserved for the BOTTLE POPPERS!" The look on my face was a mixture of " you got to be kidding me" coupled with" Are bottle poppers a new psuedo breed of people?" Once she said that, merry ole Kiana said to her " Ok. When someone comes to sit here, we will happily get up." The young, young lady walked away. Onward with our nights, tushes resting on the couch.
Two minutes after her three minutes, a gentleman in a suit approached us. He, evidently, was a member of the security staff. " We are recieving a complaint that you all wont get up! THIS AREA IS RESERVED FOR THE BOTTLE POPPERS!" Oh boy, i thought. This new breed of people must be awfully important. Earth Angels? Members of Jesus's army? Shape Shifters? "Sir", I began. " There is no one here. Once these BOTTLE POPPERS emerge, we will kindly get up. But since your feathers are getting ruffled into one huge goose down for a king size bed, we'll get up now." (The last part i didnt say to him,but i wish i was that verbally savvy at the moment) " Ma'am, i just doing what i was told".
No worries, brotha. The three of us laughed, got up and stood next to the super human seating, nodding our heads to the music. Mind you, we were good and safe to be in the VIP area, but not good enough to be sitting there.
I thought I had left all this behind in Los Angeles. Hollywood has landed. Its now also known as Atlanta, Ga.
We are all light hearted ladies, so we laughed at the silliness of the situation. As we were standing, Mr. security came up to us and said," you ladies can sit down." A sudden change of heart? Behind him was a rather smooth looking brotha...he got that well seasoned look. He approached us and said, "Please sit down. The young lady who first approached you all is new and doesn't quite understand the rules..." Lawry's (well seasoned, get it? hahaha) was actually the owner of the venue. So polite and daper was he, that he made us forget that we were treated like sub humans with this BOTTLE POPPERS rule. He introduced himself, and we reciprocated. Not only was he apologetic, but he was courteous. He got us a bottle of white wine and our own table...until, of course, the actual BOTTLE POPPERS came in and bought us out. All was well, though. He invited us into the ULTRA VIP(back to very important persons) area where we had a BIGGER couch AND we got to invite all of our friends into our world on the big, comfy couch. Isnt that ironic?
Moral of the story? Not sure. You guys come up with one. I just know that it pays to keep your cool and be who you are in this world of psuedo races and super humans. Big up to Mr. Lawry's and Mr. DJ, as the night sailed along.
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7 comments:
TOO FUNNY. MISS YA LIL MAMA. YOU ALWAYS A BOTTLE POPPER TO ME LOL
Kool! thanks Sahsha, love the blog. Keep me posted.
I guess the rest of us, being the mere mortals that we are, will just have to find a place for ourselves, among these god-like beings known only as 'THE BOTTLE POPPERS'. If we pray, maybe the good Lord will see fit to elevate us lowly creatures to such an awesome height. 'Til then we simply have to find a reason to go on. YEAH RIGHT!
Well there was once a time in american history where people lived beyond their means. They wore wigs to show off their wealth...Fast Forward its 2009 we as African Americans are doing the same thing. I will be straight up honest with you if people feel the need to pay 250-400% more for the value of a bottle wine, vodka,ripple, Hen or whatever othe drink of pleasure let em do it. Atlanta is getting wack now. The club closes at 2. They judge people more on dress code than on the look of sanity in ones eyes, and they are forever charging at the door. As a matter of fact I am just going to go party with white people!! LOL I feel your story though..Next time come in there like you are in a music video and you will be fine
As a recovering bottle popper, I salute those of you who realized this silliness before falling to the addiction. Bottle popping has very little to do with drinking and are mostly about status. VIP situations are comparable to the big house on the block with the luxury car in the driveway.
Those things are nice, get you a lot of of love and admiration and love but they draw just as much hate, fake love and vultures. Toughest part of all, they require maintenance that's costly and it's much harder to stand in line or mingle at the bar after you've been a bottle popper.
My advice to those of you saving up for the big night or wishing to one day pop bottles....chill. Take a couple shots before you go out, and get ready to mingle on line. Those men or ladies you meet waiting to get in are going to be your comrades all night!
That's great of you to share that! Sounds like the evening turned out to be a lot of fun! Since I'm out of the "single" game and the clubbing scene, I find it amusing that some things don't change. Now you KNOW, when I was out there, I partied ALL THE TIME! I quickly learned, it's ALL about status and how much you spend. It's about who you know and not what you know. What we spend as guests of the club it is paying the bills for the people running the club. I say, don't get mad, just understand the game. You and the girls handled the situation with grace and lots of class. ONe good thing about that scene was that someone was classy enough to come and set the record straight. Big ups to that guy!
You are too funny! Life is good anyway the slice it!
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