The Club

Back in the day I was a real go hard club head. I used to get geared up just to sweat out my new gear in the club dancing with some fine women or just posted up at a table or the wall depending on how it was going down. Then something hit me, some clubs aren't for me.

Even when I was much younger I really couldn't get into the whylin out and getting dumb in the club. I didn't come there to roll around the floor with some dude because I stepped on his timbs or sneakers by mistake. That's when I realize I need to go upscale with my club venues.

I made a personal rule. It goes like this, if you can wear sneakers, fitted cap, tshirts (not those vintage designer joints-i have a few of those-lol) or shorts you won't find me in there. My reason is those close are far to comfy and dudes and it screams "I don't really care if somebody messes this up when I scrap!"

So I elevated my dress code quickly. The venues I regulate myself to and thats if and when I actually go must have be 25 and up! The dress code for guys must be no sneakers, Timbs, tshirts and fitted hats. A fedora, derby (why these 50yr old dudes are still looking like swap meet pimsp is perplexing) or gatsby is cool. The shirt must have 3 or more buttons and shoes hard bottom or soft are a must. My theory is if a dude is looking extra fly and he knows it, he's not there to fight because he doesn't want to waste gear on ya'll in the words of Ghostface Killah.

What's crazy is the security and door staff let the females wear whatever. I tell ya is crazy how a woman put on some tight jeans and a simple shirt with heals and get in the club. That does tell my alot about that woman tho when I see that. That's another post tho.

I will deal with hearing the Electric Slide, Cha Cha Slide or the that ridiculous Cupid Shuffle a thousand times before I wear about getting shot or stabbed. You know something the older dudes don't get upset because you stepped on their new Stacey Adams or bumped them by mistake. You apologize and it's all good. Real grown man stuff right there. That may be life threatening in what I call the "Hoppa Spots". Besides I like watching the older cats and chics dance, reminds me of my old family BBQs as a kid. Trust me you will hear "Before I Let Go" by Frankie Beverly and Maze at least three times. The old heads have to hear it or their will be a riot-LOL!

I get to walk out the club in one piece and I had a good time too. All in the name of fun and safety. I'm not even remotely concerned about getting crunk or supa soaking that ho!