The problem with going to the club with your man is that there will be pretty women trying to push up on him, who don't know he's your man.
We're at The Park in D.C. We saw Common, Lance Gross and Will.I.Am there too, but I'm digressing. We're at The Park and one of my homies wasn't feeling too good. She wasn't drunk just for all you nosey haters reading, but I went to go grab her some water.
So I'm dipping through the crowd swiftly, whispering in folkses ears that I need to get to the front of the bar 'cause my girl needs water. So an attractive brother takes pity on me, shifts his body such that we could both be at the bar at the same time and even flagged the bartender down and asked for bottled water. The bartender says how many and the brother holds up two fingers.
It's at this moment that the brother's woman (who I had not seen previously, not that I would care if I did, I'm just sayin')... the brother's woman turns around and says and I quote "What the fuck are you doing?"
The brother's trying to explain that he's not paying for anything and that he's just getting me closer to the bar for WATER. She wasn't having any of it. She looked at me, rolled her eyes and was like EXCUSE ME. He ran after her like any good sprung brother would do and I proceeded to get water for my girl.
Note to all the boo-ed up women reading this. When you take your man to the club... there will be casualties.
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Tea's Top 10: Wack Event Edition
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