Wednesday, June 18, 2014

a ratchet night.


"Imagine a woman that wears skinny clothes, bad looking heels & fishnet stalkings, blasts Drake or Waka off her phone, would go out of her way as to cop CD's from these artists, has a bad hairdo, looks immensely disgusting as a human being, and would rather spend her time maintaining her looks, communicating among her folk, and being a jobless, gold-digging bum for the rest of her days, not even bothering to get herself a good shower, a paying career, and a damned effort to earn a diploma."

(urban dictionary) 

so I hate to group myself/my friends in the above category.
but when I tell you we experienced the most ratchet club experience ever, in order to see Drake,
"believe me". 

I have been to clubs, crazy concerts, mosh pits, and I have even been to clubs in Vegas... 
but this, this was an experience all it's own.

just ratchet. 

we all got ready, had dinner, and then headed out to the club

we got a table bc we figured there would be far too many people & we needed a "place" to find each other and stay together...

we got  bottle service with the table & it was complete with a sparkler on the end, which was fun.
the bartender even danced in her gold booty shorts for us...

we were in a side room, so we knew we had to get into the "club" part soon before Drake came in.

...we were PACKED in there!

we got pushed SO bad one time & saw people shoving through the line...
well, it was James Harden coming to the club with his little entourage!

(this is a pic from the club's instagram)

after a good while of just standing so so close to one another, fights breaking out, sweat, other people's weave sticking to your arms, and endless Drake songs...

they finally announced him....

(Blair captured this beauty with her cell phone, we were very close.) 

and as you can see, he was relieved to see us there!

and then confetti fell & people popped more bottles

and a group of guys in front of us decided to drop kick this guy and beat the crap out of him, 
while "sec-urity" stood there nodding their heads to the music.

we decided to leave shortly after this.

what an experience.


and as we were leaving, the limo driver looked at me and said

"Nikole, that place you went... it was not  for you and your friends."

yes sir, we figured that out minute one...



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