Here's some comic relief for you all, courtesy of my life of course!!!!
I'd like to start off this post by letting you all know that Queen Ifrica is one of the REALEST talents to ever take hold of Reggae music. All hail the Queen!!!
With that said, story time: After missing out on a couple of performers that I really wanted to see, I decided that I will no longer let other people hold up my plans in life. So, in TRUE loser/outcast to society/suicidal teenager fashion, I went to SOB's last night BY MYSELF! I walked in and immediately headed for the bar to get my energy drink to occupy my hand so that I wasn't the loser/outcast to society/suicidal teenager that stands alone in a club and doesn't even sip on something. After scoping out my surroundings, I decided to stay in my current spot since it was on a platform and had a clear view of the stage.
Since showtime started about an hour after my arrival, I couldn't just be the loser/outcast to society/suicidal teenager that stands still when there's good music playing and a whole bunch of people dancing around her... So, I added myself to the moving abyss of bopping Rastas chanting down Babylon and chasing after the random white women and other "Empresses" in the surrounding area. This BIG Rasta man had been standing on my left for about 40 minutes and out of nowhere, he decided that he's going to provide my next energy drink in a glass cup with ice and red sipping straw (of course my drink had to at least look like an alcoholic beverage because loser/outcast to society/suicidal teenagers turn into alcohol abusers).
Squeeze takes the stage and announces that the show is going to start. The crowd was thick with anticipation and as the band began playing, that thick anticipation turned into a mass of fans shouting IFRICA!!! IFRICA!!! As I LOVE LOVE LOVE the performer, I'm singing and dancing and swaying and shouting RASTAFARI like a wannabe Rastafarian fool... A hand reaches over my shoulder and awaiting me, I see yet another energy drink in a glass cup with ice and red sipping straw. SCORE!
I got a new friend... a handsome Jamaican man who only spoke to me in his American accent b/c it's obvious that this loser/outcast to society/suicidal teenager is not of his nationality. Once the performance was over, the new friend carried me over to take a picture with the wonderfully GREAT performer. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, this random woman turns to me as the performance starts and pulls me to stand in front of her boyfriend so that I could see the stage better (since I'm so small)!
All in all, I've decided that EVERYONE in my section caught on to the fact that I was a loser/outcast to society/suicidal teenager and went out of their way to show me a good time. I have to start going out by myself more often!
So ends this week's adventure of STAR. Over and out!
