I went out last night and danced my ass off. Junior Vasquez did his thing. The energy in the house was incredible. Everyone was grown up and no one had the need to speak in Ebonics as a means of reaffirming their weak self sense of masculinity. The crowd was hot and surprisingly sober. The space was packed beyond capacity but I found my spots to groove in and maintained a light level of perspiration throughout the night. Including the DJ and his crew, I knew maybe another 4 faces in the entire place. Therefore, I didn’t have to go through the ritualistic pound or handshake every two minutes routine or give any why-the-fuck-are-you-hating looks. I got to finally show off some of my spring/ summer threads, including my patriotic new Cuba national soccer team jacket and even managed not to get a single scuff mark on my kicks. I had a corona, a red bull, water, two cigarettes, a stick of gum, and one hell of good time.
pana...
are you cuban?
=0)
"Everyone was grown up and no one had the need to speak in Ebonics as a means of reaffirming their weak self sense of masculinity." - that's one of the most on-point assessments i've ever seen about the "scene."
that soccer jacket is the hotness, man. where and how much? (moving to bogotá, so i'll need to rep the caribbean with some cool-weather gear)
my nigga where did you get them uptowns dude???
I know these guys who get them from Miami. These were a limited batch and I don't think it is possible to get them now.