(3)(3)(7) PARTIES, CITIES, DAYS - MY NYC REVIEW PART 1

(3)(3)(7) PARTIES, CITIES, DAYS
MY NYC REVIEW PART 1

This is a message to all of my subscribers. “I LOVE YOU GUYS”

You guys have followed me day by day through the logistics of these three parties from the day I announced them to the world. To the promoters, interns, assistants, partners, etc I could not have done it without you guys. To my general public, you guys have written me direct to support the cause and to give encouragement. Some of you guys have even flown into the cities in which the parties were held. For that, I would like to just say, “THANK YOU”.

Now that I’ve got that BS outta the way,

Let’s get to the Beer, shots, & jumping on the sofas in VIP! Lol.

The trip fast-forward to the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport after I picked Uncle Marv (my brother) up and gone through check in. I read my flight departure incorrect and missed my flight costing me another $100. I had to drown that loss with a drink of my favorite beer Samuel Adams followed by its stalker, Patron.

So I’ll admit I was buzzing getting on the flight to NYC.

Marv and I chopped it up about silly shit the whole flight. The final 45 minutes to touch down were spent trying to recoup from our hectic schedules and such. As we were descending, I pointed out the normal sights like Rikers Island, the Statue of Liberty, etc. This was Marv’s first Nyc trip of many, so it was my responsibility to pop his cherry. I intended to do it in the worst way!

Fresh off the plane I did the norm, powered the Blackberry and started texting and twittering. I phoned my parents as usual to let them know we had a safe flight. We headed down to baggage claim and grabbed our heavy ass bags and walked outside LGA seeking a cab. We were the first in line, so the wait was minimum. I told the cabby Marriott Brooklyn Bridge on Adams St and away we went.

Made it to the hotel and went up to the desk. The clerk was on some BS stating that out rooms had been canceled. The first words outta my mouth was “This is some Bull shit…” Marv worked his magic by asking to speak to the front desk manager and away we went up to the rooms with amenities and FREE vouchers fro drinks.

So I’m gonna fast forward to when we were dressed and headed out the door.

I wore this ‘Ready to Fly’ T-Shirt which was a parody of Notorious B.I.G. album cover except the baby had wings with gold fronts. That shit was Ill. Mad New Yorkers were jocking and asking me questions. I also wore some denims with my red, black, white Dunks with some black shades.

So first we were headed to meet my liason/promoter Goldie at some spot called APT to vibe before later going to SUSIE WONG. I busted the hell outta Marv’s cherry by taking him to the subway system. We paid a minimum amount and got a $7 metro card. Our destination 42^nd ST. We hit the most common place, ESPN Zone on 42^nd & Broadway. I had the usual Samuel Adams and Shrimp penne a la pasta. By this time I received the address for our next stop, APT.

APT was a nice ass spot. It appeared to be someone’s apartment converted into a lounge. We were wild early. The band was still sound checking. I called Goldie and told her to come and meet me outside. She told me she was outside, but I didn’t see her. Come to find out she was at another spot called AZZA. After a glass of wine we proceeded towards AZZA.

We grabbed THE CAB FROM HELL!!!

This cat was hauling ass down some side streets. I swear we were doing 80 miles or better down this tight ass street. I feared for my life, Real Talk.

So after the shock of our life, we made it to AZZA. Goldie met us outside escorted us in the building.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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