Here We Go Again

This past weekend, there was more cockblockage in the area of me being able to go to a party and hear some of that wonderful bounce music. I came back from Houston, TX visiting relatives Sunday night. I got a call from my Party Patrol president Neo, who told me about the debacle that was the attempted second line that day (long story short, cop shot a guy, guy's friends shot cop). She also informed me that there would be a party later that night on the westbank (my side of town!). She told me about what time it would be starting up and asked was I down to attend. I said yes and made the adequate preparations to do so. We were kinda running on CPT, which was a bit pressing for me, because I like getting the most for the $7 cover charge that was promised at the door. We were running quite late, but once she told me she was there, I was in the car. I got like 4 blocks away and get a call. Apparently, someone had a little too much to drink and started fighting. That ONE isolated incident led to the powers that be shutting the whole thing down, so I was unable to party. The good thing about it is that I didn't have to pay or have time wasted, plus I was able to get a quality head shaving while Neo was in town. Normally, I'm not with the "black people can't have a good time cause they're always fighting" talk, but that night, I wasn't feeling too good about our behavior. I haven't been to a decent bounce party since early November, and I'm about due for a fix. I plan to visit my friend who DJ's at Kenny's Key West this weekend, so I can get that sweet taste of bounce back in my system. I can't wait!

-B