So sutra was fun last night with Jhen and Melissa. No battling signals from jhen this time....didn't wanna bust a move on someone who might've gotten served.
Before the night even started jhen and I were home. I was getting ready while jhen was taking a breather cause she worked out a lot at the gym. So tu ya sabes. La pobre estaba cansada. I wanted to wear this grey collared shirt. But jhen insisted I didn't, ONLY because "my arms were too big"...what that meant, I really don't know. Fat? Maybe. Jiggly? Definitely.
Melissa and I ended up getting to sutra first. Cause jhen was "washing her own hair" O..M..G..I have to admit, it did look silky smooth.
While we're there having a beer, I noticed something.
You know when you go to lounges and there's always someone, just one, YOU think shouldn't really be up there dancing? Well there was a case last night. 12 o'clock, White guy with a suit and white girl who really shouldn't have worn that dress...horrible! This guy looked like he was a bit confused between swing music and hip hop. MAYBE! he was creating a new dance...swing hop..HA!!!!
The later it gets, the more people start to show up. Jhen is finally here. And her friend Mike. Who aparrently likes to grope her but we'll get to that later. Melissa and I are dancing. While jhen and mike are talking...in the middle of the dance floor. Apparently Jhen thinks I'm in a mix of hip hop..and Salsa. If this is true then I'm just gonna say fuck it and dance with swing hop over there cause from the looks of it. We're both trying to create new shit.
While we're still dancing. There's this strange older woman. Like Mireya older. Who literally wanted to dance with everyone that was there. It freaked me out a bit. When I stopped dancing she was nowhere to be found. Every time I was stomping the yard, she'd either be right behind me or to my side. I'm like damn bitch...you're hitting my elbows! Move!
The dance floor started to get a bit crowded, especially with people constantly walking back and forth. So we decided to stand on the side lines. As we're there bopping our heads to the new DJ and me doing my "salsa" moves..Jhen taps me on my shoulder gesturing me to look at my phone. She texts "habla bastante"...referring to her only black friend at Sutra. When Mike walked over to the bar probably to rehydrate himself from all the talking, Jhen comes to me and says he's "very touchy..I'm about to punch him in the face" I looked over to Melissa and told her its time to go cause shit..is..about..to go down! I didn't want to be a witness. I figured Jhen wants to start some shit in a room filled with black people, I'm fuckin outta here. Last thing I need is someone choking me out with a weave. How would you explain this to my mother?
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