Rizo Part II
Naturally, Saturday arrived quicker than we wanted. With one last night to party in Scottsdale, Nico made arrangements for a VIP booth at Martini Ranch. It was 1 in the afternoon when we got the news and I already smelt trouble. It was the inevitable, we were on vacation. Before the night started, Jorge, Choke and I headed for the casino for one last stab at 3-6. We sat around mid afternoon all at the same table. Within the first 30 minutes, Choke and Jorge took some nice hands. I wasn't so lucky. Within the first 2 hours, I dropped 120. By the time we left, I lost 300 but walked away with 100 overall for the week. Realizing that I left as a winner, for once I was pleased with my play. Although, I should have stayed home .. trust me I know! Jorge and Choke left after their gambling limit was reached ... but I'm pretty sure they had a good time nonetheless ... K-9, K-9!!!
Nuttin but trouble
Martini Ranch was very different from E4. The difference ... a LOT whiter. The music was also much whiter. No krunk up in hur! Lots of strange mixes btw 80s, pop and house ... but white folks loved it and they looked good dancing to it. Overall I preferred E4 but that didn't stop the boys. I wasn't moving unless I found some brown bumpin'. And the closest to brown I saw was cousin Cheryl ... big up girl! Anyway, the boys occassionally made their way to the dance floor and found some tail to dance with. Each trip out to the floor ended in an unsuccessful return. I recall one moment that 3 ladies joined us at the booth. It got real strange when found out that two of them were related ... mother and daughter types! I'll just say, the mother wasn't shy. And even better, the daughter wasn't shy either. At one point I could of swore she was cheer-f*kin' .. if you know what I mean. Take off goggles! Tanootz!
The time came when the lights got bright. The bill arrived and I couldn't believe my eyes ... $107 for the whole smash. I'm confident we cleared $300 ... but once again, Nico's jedi mind tricks cleared the bill of $200 easy. But as always, the the difference was left in the tip for our hostess ... she earned it! We made our way out to the street where madness pursued. Vito anxiously got his vehicle from valet and headed straight home with Jorge. Somehow, Nico convinced Choke and myself that we should take a "cab" ride. We waited for 15 minutes or so and expected yellow cab to pick us up on the corner or possibly at the typical stand. Instead, a jet black 2006 Escalade rolls up .. 24 spinners!! Nico opens the door and says, "Get in!" WHAT! Homeboy had some service going on taxiing drunk folk from place to place ... in his Escalade ... HOT! Movies playing, while pumpin hip-hop. Tylanol and fresh water in the back .. full up leather ... and rubbers if you're lucky ... absolutely rolling in class. My jaw was dropped during the 10 minute ride back to Vito's. UNREAL! We got dropped off at the house and he was asked to return to take us to an afterparty late night. Freakin Jorge had the cam and unfortunately no pics were taken. But the moment was bliss. All night we got those, "Who are they" stares! Real world Scottsdale ... betta recognize!
SInce we left da club, I was ready for an afterhour party. Then sometime between drunk and sober I came to and dreaded the long drive back to CO. Immediately, I snuck to my bed and passed out. Waking up at 9 the next morning, it all felt like one strange dream. Without a doubt, Scottsdale is on my list. Will I move there? The future will tell. Tomorrow, interview with The Walsh Company. So many options, very indecisive ... HELP!
The night came quickly. We left for Martini Ranch at 11 and reached the doors no more than 10 minutes later. As usual, when rolling with Nico, there's never a line. Straight in, no cover, no hastle. A bouncer led us right to the booth. At the edge of the table it read, "Reserved. Nico."
A Kodak moment
Later that evening
Nuttin but trouble
Martini Ranch was very different from E4. The difference ... a LOT whiter. The music was also much whiter. No krunk up in hur! Lots of strange mixes btw 80s, pop and house ... but white folks loved it and they looked good dancing to it. Overall I preferred E4 but that didn't stop the boys. I wasn't moving unless I found some brown bumpin'. And the closest to brown I saw was cousin Cheryl ... big up girl! Anyway, the boys occassionally made their way to the dance floor and found some tail to dance with. Each trip out to the floor ended in an unsuccessful return. I recall one moment that 3 ladies joined us at the booth. It got real strange when found out that two of them were related ... mother and daughter types! I'll just say, the mother wasn't shy. And even better, the daughter wasn't shy either. At one point I could of swore she was cheer-f*kin' .. if you know what I mean. Take off goggles! Tanootz!The time came when the lights got bright. The bill arrived and I couldn't believe my eyes ... $107 for the whole smash. I'm confident we cleared $300 ... but once again, Nico's jedi mind tricks cleared the bill of $200 easy. But as always, the the difference was left in the tip for our hostess ... she earned it! We made our way out to the street where madness pursued. Vito anxiously got his vehicle from valet and headed straight home with Jorge. Somehow, Nico convinced Choke and myself that we should take a "cab" ride. We waited for 15 minutes or so and expected yellow cab to pick us up on the corner or possibly at the typical stand. Instead, a jet black 2006 Escalade rolls up .. 24 spinners!! Nico opens the door and says, "Get in!" WHAT! Homeboy had some service going on taxiing drunk folk from place to place ... in his Escalade ... HOT! Movies playing, while pumpin hip-hop. Tylanol and fresh water in the back .. full up leather ... and rubbers if you're lucky ... absolutely rolling in class. My jaw was dropped during the 10 minute ride back to Vito's. UNREAL! We got dropped off at the house and he was asked to return to take us to an afterparty late night. Freakin Jorge had the cam and unfortunately no pics were taken. But the moment was bliss. All night we got those, "Who are they" stares! Real world Scottsdale ... betta recognize!
SInce we left da club, I was ready for an afterhour party. Then sometime between drunk and sober I came to and dreaded the long drive back to CO. Immediately, I snuck to my bed and passed out. Waking up at 9 the next morning, it all felt like one strange dream. Without a doubt, Scottsdale is on my list. Will I move there? The future will tell. Tomorrow, interview with The Walsh Company. So many options, very indecisive ... HELP!
posted by dc @ 12:03 AM
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