As I stated in Part 1, Things got pretty hilarious in our VIP. I like to walk through parties though, and with 4 levels at Park, I decided to walk around to see if the other floors were jumpin like ours. So I hit the other floors and it looked as if we had the best floor on lock. I was on my way back to my VIP when one of my homegirls told me to come with her to her friends VIP on the 4th floor. Now I’m not one to crash another VIP, especially when I don’t know the people inside. She assured me that it was all good and her guests were welcome. What could go wrong? (Foreshadow intended)
So we go to the 4th floor and hit the VIP. It was cool, but it was smaller than our VIP and wasn’t as live. My homie’s talkin to a couple of people in VIP and I’m surveying the scenery. She then asks me if I want a drink. It’s not even her VIP!! So I say “You sure? I’m not trying to drink other people’s liquor like that”. She then reassures me that its all good and says she’ll pour it. So I say cool, and I get some of that Ciroc Obama.
As she’s pouring, I see a young lady ice-grilling me out the corner of my eye. She then proceeds to have a conversation with my homegirl that I can’t here. Looks as if they’re beefing. So shorty who was grillin me turns to me and goes “You can take your drink and leave”….. I turned to my left, turned to my right, looked everywhere else, because I had to be sure she was talking to ME like that, and asked politely “Excuse me?” She then repeats what she said. So when I asked her why she came at me in that way, she goes on a soliloquy about how she was raised to respect people, and I’m disrespecting her brothers VIP because I don’t know anyone and I’m just taking drinks, etc, etc , blah blah blah. So I hear her out completely, no interruptions, being respectful. So after she’s done, I try to explain that I came in with her brothers friend, got offered the drink, and that I had my own FCUKIN VIP and I didn’t need her shyt, but she proceeded halfway into my comments to tell me “She’s not even continuing the conversation” and sits down as if I’m not there. Ladies, why is it that you will start and rant and rave about ish, not even knowing the entire details, and then act irrational when someone corrects you? Makes no sense, smh. At this point, her brother comes into the picture and my homegirl (Ms “I got this, you’re good”) introduces me. I tell him I got a VIP downstairs and if it was THAT serious, I got him on drinks in the more poppin VIP, lol. He tells me that his sister is overreacting, and its not that serious. So all that drama for one cup of Ciroc? WTF? I bounced out the not-so-VIP, and let my homegirl know that her cosigns are no longer valid with me. Ciroc is my Shyt though, can’t front.
Even that one hiccup couldn’t ruin my Sunday party experience in DC. For someone who RARELY parties on Sundays, this was a win fa sho. Maybe a VIP etiquette lesson is needed…hmmm… decisions decisions.
Really? For her it was that serious. Ugh. She needs to get a life, really.