SI SE PUEDE!!

I shut down the office today to support the immigration protests. I received so many e-praises and thank you's from fellow immigrant colleagues...Truth is, I just wanted a long weekend.

Last night I went out with the girls to this spoken word event. I didn't want to go, but I figure I'd burn more calories being away from my couch (working on melting off the winter coat). I absolutely DESPISE this type of gathering: A bunch of people who think they're above the norm because they have locks, wear dyshiki-like colors and can snap their fingers.

The performers are just that....Performing. They aren't artists! They are pompous shits.
First one on the stage, was talking so fast and screaming that I couldn't hear a word she was saying-And I was in the front row. The audience began clapping. What the fuck reason is there to clap about? Because she's talking fast?!

"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLD!!" I couldn't resist. My friend nudged me, but couldn't stop laughing.

The next three acts gave three different renditions of their love for hip-hop. They were under the age of 25, talking about Biggie and Tupac. My friends and I continued voicing our disgust for the performers. Other tables caught on and soon we became the act.

Next was a short fuck bragging about how good he is at cunnalingus. He named his poem, cunning cunnalingus. How creative. "Of course you're good at it. Your whole head could fit in my hew-hew. Oops, did I just say that out loud?" My liquored up friend indeed said it out loud. In fact, she was so loud that other tables were now applauding her.

Next was a woman in ultra low rise, camel toe tight jeans, a short tight t-shirt with no bra, sharing with us her experience of constantly getting recruited to be a video hoe.

"BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" I paid $20 for this shit?! That's 20 new songs I could have downloaded on Gus. Part of that outburst was also dedicated to the fact that I could never wear a short tight t-shirt...without a bra. Well, I could, but I'd look like a female version of Baby Huey.

One of the promoters came to our table and asked if we could please lower our voices and give the artists a chance to voice their thoughts without judgement.

We got thrown out ten minutes later with partial refund.