AD yall... Nope, not anno domini, or after death, although if it had to be heaven and hell, I wouldn't consider this joint anywhere near the heavenly realms. AD is a club in LA promoted by On Productions on Saturdays, an Asian crew. Other venues include a small azz little place that even if told, nobody would know, and the Garden of Eden on Fridays. Anyway, one of my friends knew one of the promoters so we decided to try this place... that and we heard we didn't have to dress up fully, but it was still supposed to be fashionable, so we went drasual, yah know. So we get there, and the line is just riDICulous to say the least. Even though we were on the guest list AND our promoter hookup was working the front lines, we still had to wait over an hour and a half to get in, imagine that. We would have left earlier, but we were the next party waiting to get in and when you are that close to gettin in, false illusions are inserted into your mind. So that extra step made us hesitate to step.
We finally end up getting in and I was expecting this place to be burnin up cuz the wait was long ... Well, I'm not sure what happened because the people who were there were anything BUT, if you know what I mean. On the flip side, I did go with my friends and it is always about who you go with that makes things fun, but can we get a little quality control up in here? hahaha Anyway, to make the night interesting, I bumped into some random people. Saw pimpin Irvin on the prowl with his UCLA Dental classmates; saw some friends from San Diego; saw some old friends from my high school. But what made the night a trip in terms of bumping into people was that I actually bumped into the finest asian girl I have ever met in my life. Well, she WAS the finest asian girl I knew.
Thing is, when I was dancing and doin my thing, this girl from the stage approaches the edge and tries to get my attention. So I stop and go over to her and she's like "Ted." And my head starts going through the rapid process of trying to remember who this girl was, quickly followed by how I could play it off without drawing a blank stare... So I smile and warm-heartedly greet her as "girl"... but I guess my facial expression wasn't ready to be associated with bull because the girl looks at me and then asks if I even knew who she was. I decide to just be straight with her and told her no... Then she tells me her name. "GOOOOOOOD LO! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MA?" Course I ended up commenting how she cut her hair. Yo, if one's inner thoughts were verbal, this world would just be one messed up place. hahaha..
But this girl, who i actually was mad feelin in my San Diego days was nothing like what I remembered. Some of you might actually think a different hair style (excluding bic-ing one's head) can't really make that big of a difference in appearances and this is what I thought myself too, but dayang Gina, it sure did in this case. I kid you not, when I met this girl for the first time, I was in a stupor... But that's not saying much because when I met her again, I was in another kind of stupor. hahhaha.. Well, people and things do change and I'm aware of that, but I hope she really does something different with her hair. I wonder what her good friends tell her about her looks cuz only they and your family have the right to tell you that kind of stuff. But it is seriously an injustice to her previous state of being if you ask me ... If she was my close friend, I would have to break it down mathematically for her. ::: U = hot ::: Now = not ::: ::: ::: Now + U = not hot ::: ::: ::: Now u not hot..... gotta change dat hair ma, for real. Some of you guys might think I'm being mean, but you don't know how FINE this girl was when I first met her... (stuporous nostalgic look)
Back to the clubbing, it was kind of a disappointment because this was the only night I was going to allocate for clubbing before December ( $#&*$@ LSATS ) ... But since I'm wasn't satisfied, I might have to go to another event coming up in November... Look at me planning so far ahead in advance, kinda sad actually =I .... But I think I'm going to be going to the Mayan for the Thanksgiving weekend bash held by Proofpositive. The Mayan has been consistently alright with me, so I'm pretty sure Ima hit that one up, even though I heard that Proofpositive events themselves have kinda gotten worse in the year that I've been gone... But like Ghandi trying his first nice filet mignon would say, "Don't knock it til you try it."
Anyway, if any of you out there wanna party during Turkey Day weekend, see you guys there. Let's do this thing right. haha. aight, I think I tagged enough in cyberspace today. Till the next time.
