A Union Weekend

This weekend was a very good one for The Union. On Saturday Ron came down, made effin late might I add. Ah well, husbandly duties and shit... So since the day before was his birthday, we went out to Center City lookin to trip the light fantastique! Get down there about quarter after 11, looking for a bar to post up in and have a good time. How bout we tried 3 different bars, all wack:

1. First we try The Khyber, which is usually my go-to spot. That's where the past New Year's good times happened at. But there was some show going on on the main floor, so we had to go upstairs. The upstairs of The Khyber is mad gross, and small, and always wack. Like I'm sure you'll catch the germ fuckin around using the upstairs bathrooms. Like the walls, floor, ceiling, and the bar are all black. And not a smooth polished black, but black like a old-ass unfinished basement. To top it off mad white folks were just crowding around the bar, no one else was even up there besides the throng at and on top of the bar. So we promptly bounced
2. After that we walked around for like 20 minutes looking for another spot. We saw mad Black people going into a spot that reeked of wannabe club to me. You know the bars that wanna pretend to be grown n sexy on weekends? So Ron says let's try it even tho we know we won't pass dress code. We almost get in until the doorman...doorman...DOORMAN! (Knocked Up) notices that I got a tee on under my hoodie. Gotta have a shirt on. Fuck you mean a shirt?! Bitch this is a shirt, a TEE-shirt! Then he says $20 extra for the both of us then we can get in. Th'fuck you thinking?! We goin' pay $20 plus cover to get severely overcharged for liquor and to get shut down for dances wit ya stick-figure patrons who can't fathom dancing wit a nigga without a murse on his arm?!!! I'm like "Ron I told you we wouldn't get in." The weird thing is I thought my timbs and his sneakers would prevent our entrance, but in the end it was just my shirt. (I didn't cuss out the bouncer, I'm not that gangsta gangsta, that was all internal monologue on my part :)
3. We walk around some more, and stumble upon some spot that seems mad cool besides the techno they're blasting. But I used to like techno so it's all good on a desperate night. We walk in, looks around, it's cramped but looks cool. Except for the lack of Black faces. Now we can be the tokens at the bar, it's been done plenty times before. But we wasn't in the mood for that. So we go downstairs, and see MAD Asian people. There had been a party down there, so we assumed it had been for some Asian person, as most of em seemed to know each other. Ron wasn't feeling the vibe of the spot and I wasn't too big on it either so again we bounced.
4. We leave Philly and come back to Norristown. Hit up a bar called Wee Daddy's. And finally we find the right vibe. There's mad Black people, most of em hood boogers (hahaha Ron's words not mine,) but still negroes I don't mind chilling with. So we post up there for an hour till they closed. Watched one Black guy lose his mind dancing with his white girl. She was trynna sit down and he kept pulling her up to dance, at one point he picked her up while "dancin", not a good look cuz her jeans were being gregarious in a "crack kills" kinda way. And this girl wasn't sexy, sooooo not a good look. Also we got harassed by a booger when Beyonce's Diva came on.

Still overall good times. Even the wack bars were still fun. And the whole we was geekin extra-hard, pause. So we had a fuckin ball. I'll tell Sunday's story tomorrow, this post is dumb-long already