<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:36.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Spot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-112707172926502612</id><published>2005-09-18T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:29:27.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOTTA SHOW THE METRO DC SOME LOVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wha'dup all. Last week, I had my second performance at the Safari Restaurant and Steak House in Lanham, MD. It was an open mic, but this time the audience wasn't predominantly Asian. Everybody up in there were Black. Which was good, because now I could see how receptive "my people" were to my music. But there was one thing. Not only were they all Black (remember good thing), but because it was a Hip Hop open mic, the majority of the patrons were DUDES!!!! That's right, 3rd leggers, people from Mars, the XY chromosome, testoteronies!!!! You know, MEN!!!! And, luck would have it, any and all the people I invited, mind you these are the same people have said something to the effect of...."oh, when you do a performance down here, let me know, so I can come out to support......" whatever, didn't show. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, since I have no family down here, and no real friends it was just your girl. And her mini skirt. Around all dudes (for the most part).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, needless to say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WAS NERVOUS AS HELL!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I think the nervousness helped me to give a better performance. I got the crowd up, they were vibing with me. I had big brawly brothers with a serious head nod. I even did the call and response joint:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When I say SHUGA, y'all say REE...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SHUGA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"REE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SHUGA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"REE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, that was off the hook. Performing like that makes me feel like if I could perform there w/no fam or friends, then I can perform anywhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ready now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch out for me. I'm about to do BIG THINGS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holla at cha girl --- WHEN I SAY "SHUGA" Y'ALL SAY "REE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHUGA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-112707172926502612?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/112707172926502612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=112707172926502612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112707172926502612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112707172926502612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/09/gotta-show-metro-dc-some-love-whadup.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-112666440944238326</id><published>2005-09-13T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:20:09.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHUGAREE'S PERFORMANCE AT THE SILK ROAD CAFE IN CHINATOWN, NY: TEABAG OPEN MIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHA'DUP ALL!!!!! This is your girl "SHUGAREE" and I've had my debut performance this past Friday. It was off the hook. I loved every minute of it. And, I wasn't nervous. I was actually ready for it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But check this out, I was the very last person to perform (save the best for last) yeah, I know all that good stuff, lol. But for real, it was hot. It was a diverse audience, but predominantly Asian. But they were feeling a shorty's flava. And that's whats up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a good rapport with the crowd and things truly went well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to give a HUGE shout out to my fam: Black Dove, Problem Child, D, eXonda, Camay and Reconstruct Art. Good lookin' out. It was definitely love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If y'all wanna check me out for yourselves, check out &lt;a href="http://www.teabagopenmic.com"&gt;www.teabagopenmic.com&lt;/a&gt; and go to the gallery under the date of 9/9/05 look under "misc." and "performers"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those of y'all that don't know me, under "performers" I'm the very last photo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Holla at cha girl, and check me out on myspace.com/shugaree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, BTW, I have another performance here in MD at the Safari Restaurant and Lounge in Lanham, MD on 9/14/05.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to keep busy y'all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, my promotional cd "LIFE HAPPENS" is completed, and the first song off that joint got airplay today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, check a shorty out, and show love and leave a comment. I'll definitely hit you up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, if you want a copy of "LIFE HAPPENS" shoot me an email at &lt;a href="mailto:shugaree@vzw.blackberry.net"&gt;shugaree@vzw.blackberry.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holla at cha girl --- shugaree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-112666440944238326?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/112666440944238326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=112666440944238326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112666440944238326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112666440944238326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/09/shugarees-performance-at-silk-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-112449814071332140</id><published>2005-08-19T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:35:40.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PAYING DUES.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I haven't posted anything in a minute. But it's all good 'cause I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really gone into depth about the subject I'm about to get into. But I did say in one of my earlier posts I would divulge the whole thing about me singing.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  something I've wanted to do for my entire life. And now, after 27 years, my time is now.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Friday evening and I'm sitting on a Greyhound Bus on my way to NY. As I ride and see the white line next to me (while listening to Common's album) I believe what I'm doing is paying dues. If anything can make you feel humble, its riding on a Greyhound bus. No customer service. You say Thank You, they say, "........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, nothing. Just ignore your thank you. Not that anything is wrong with riding "The Grey Dog" but I feel like I'm in a movie or something. I've been going back-n-forth to NY the whole summer recording and networking. So, I'm going to NY this weekend to pick up my CD and get it mass produced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is big for me. I mean HUGE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a promo/demo CD, but it's mine! I have a hearty list of industry connects who are interested in seeing what I got. I'm bout to do the damn thing y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband even got me a Blackberry 'cause things are happening so fast. And to think, I started recorded in a home studio in.  DC. The first time I recorded, I sounded like some straight crap! I mean it was really bad. And it didn't help I had an audience. I was already nervous, then you add 5 instant producers (just add water) saying what I'm doing wrong, as if I didn't know. Let us not forget, I was the mf singing the crap!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice was cracking, out of key, shaking......if it was wrong, my voice was doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that experience helped me get to where I am today. Recording at the spot in DC has helped develop my recording voice. Singing to yourself or for people is one thing. Singing in a studio environment is something completely different. But to that experience, I've learned from it. So to Buk 50, thank you and I'll always treasure those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a mere 7 mos later, I have a CD with my work......that's what's up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my 1st performance on 9/9 in NYC (ofcourse) at this spot in Chinatown called "Teabag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then whiles in NYC this weekend, I'm going to hit up the New Yorican Poetry Cafe and Lounge (do I get compensated for dropping names??? I wonder...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everything is good. I'm maintaining. Hope your doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla at cha girl -- shugaree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-112449814071332140?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/112449814071332140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=112449814071332140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112449814071332140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112449814071332140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/08/paying-dues.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-112284627090689579</id><published>2005-07-31T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:57:14.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAS R.KELLY LOST IT???&lt;br /&gt;ACCORDING TO HOW TP.3 RELOADED SOUNDS, HE HAS.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;I know R.Kelly is having sexual issues right now. And he may have (hasn't been proved yet) done somethings that probably weren't in his best judgement. At the same time, he's a talented man. Despite all the wrong he 'may have' done, he is a talented man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;LOVE his music. As an up and coming artist myself, I would love the opportunity to work with him. I may not let him ten feet near my daughter, but I would love to work with him. I love his music. Bought his albums, even look forward to his songs and performances. However, with this latest album, the best you'll get out of it would probably be, the self proclaimed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urban Opera, &lt;/span&gt;THE CLOSET and maybe 1 to 2 other tracks. After that my friends, it's all downhill. It's the worst album he's ever made. It's like bad sex! NO, I mean really bad, wish you were still a virgin type sex. (Yeah, it's that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with a co-worker who basically was saying all of R.Kelly's (Kels) songs were pretty sexual. And I aggreed to that. At the same time, there was a thought process or at least some part of emotional effort put in those songs. Some of them were longing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Body's Calling. &lt;/span&gt;Some of them were comical, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feelin' on Your Booty. &lt;/span&gt;And some of them got straight to the point, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex Me, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But this album's songs give you the feeling like your walking into a hole-in-the-wall stripper joint, and your feet are sticking to the floor from all the cum stains. This album sounds like he put some songs together merely, to put out an album. My hubby and I were talking, and pretty much saying the allegations are finally affecting his work. The musical genius that is, or maybe in this case WAS, Kel's is not apparent in this album. The closest it comes to is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trapped in the Closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that whatever the outcome is in his personal life it comes to fruition. Now, I know are going to be some who disagree with me TOTALLY. And that's okay if you do because guess what................................that's your opinion, and this is MINE. So, we'll agree to disagree. But what Kel's has done, or allegedly done, is nothing new of what has been happening for years. Not to say that it's right, because it's not. At the same time, you have teenage girls going after, that's right I said it, GOING AFTER, grown men all the time. In high school, I knew a girl who was in a relationship with a thirty something year old man. Another one of my friends, who was 14 or so at the time, was involved sexually with a 25 year old man. And today, young girls hit on my husband. Another, grown man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: So, what if that was your daughter, Shugaree??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've had to sit back and think about that. But having past experiences, if it was consensual, I beat her ass so quick she would forget what sex was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, I have to sit down and have a talk with her. What was going thru her head. I know what was going thru his. We have to look at our daughters and what type of example are we putting forth for them. In our young peoples minds, sex is the only way to attain anything. And with the videos, it's all tits and ass. In the songs, it's tits and ass. I've even become a product of society and have written a song that talks about,".....see me shakin' my.................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some that may have heard it have mistaken the meaning to be something of a sexual nature, but the song is about dancing. Simply put. Other's say, sure Shug, sure it is. But trully. I you really know Shugaree, and I mean REALLY KNOW HER, you know I love to dance and perform. So, for me to make a song about dancing isn't farfetched. But those who have heard it, are products of society as well. And I guess with my sexuality, as I am very comfy and grounded within it, probably came through in the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that led me to think about music I would put out as an artist. I don't want to be the Lil' Kim of hip hop -n- r&amp;b. Not knocking her hustle, it's just not me. And I damn sure don't want to be referenced as the new Adina Howard, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freak Like Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell's NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that being said, R.Kelly's new album is some crap. I wouldn't suggest purchasing it. AND, I wish he would've really put the effort into the product he was making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kel's, if you happen to come accross this blog by any way, rhyme or reason. I didn't post this simply to down you or your craft. But, your fans need the good music you have been so consistent in putting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, can we have some good music?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-112284627090689579?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/112284627090689579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=112284627090689579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112284627090689579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112284627090689579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/07/has-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-112199605390626143</id><published>2005-07-22T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:40:14.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7296/1231/1600/Washington-Monument2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7296/1231/320/Washington-Monument2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT'S UP WITH THE PEOPLE IN THE METRO DC AREA???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've lived in the Metro DC area for about 5 and a half years now, and you know what I've observed in that time........the people down here aren't very friendly. Well, let me think before I continue, because I DO still reside in the area, and recently moved to a more "urban" area. And I think it's awfully clear by now, that I'm from NY, and thought that NYr's were a tough set of individuals. But DC beats NY in that area on a whole NEW level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone out to clubs in NY and down here as well. But never have I experienced sooooo much hateration!!!! From the moment I walk through the door, it's like females are staring you up and down. And yes I must say, I look good when I go out. DAMN GOOD, if you leave it up to me. If you like my outfit.....say so. If you like my hair.......say so! If I'm doing the DAMN THING.........SAY SO!!!!! Why waist energy grittin' on people? Did I do something to you? Did I say something to you? Is it because the dude you're with is looking at me??? So, I get it, I'm supposed to look dumpy because of your insecurities???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go out, I go out for one thing.......to dance. I'm not looking, nor do I need a man, because I'm quite pleased with the one I have at home. Not trying to get any numbers for the same reason above. Just trying to get my drinky-drink, sippy-sip, slurpy-slurp (yes, that's my progression through the course of the night) on, and shake my booty a lil' bit (hummin' 50 cents tune: "......just a lil' bit....."). If a dude wants to dance, fine. If no one dances with me, BUT ME, that's cool too! But then, while I'm getting my chill on, minding my own DAMN business, chicks wanna come up close and attempting to battle me. And I'm like, what the F&amp;amp;*K is this??? First you grilling the way I look, now you don't like the way I dance either???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(FYI: you don't want to battle the kid. I gets real serious with mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I come from, if you admire the way someone looks you big them up! For instance, "Girl, those shoes are hot!!!" &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; "That's a really nice outfit you have on......" &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; "....You killing them on the dance floor, hold it down for us girls....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here, I'm going to use the same concepts but "DC" comments. For instance, "Girl, those shoes are a hot mess she got on. I wonder where she got them from?" &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; "That outfit she has on is ai-ight, but she ain't wearing it right, it WOULD look better on me!" &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; "Who she think she is dancing like that, Beyonce or somebody???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean, &lt;strong&gt;PURE HATERATION!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(QUESTION: when did 'hateration' become a word???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but it gets worse. That's just the club. The Metro (DC's subway system). First off, the trains are about 6 cars long (during rush hour) and the train cars only have 3 doors. So, (this is again during rush hour mind you) the people have crowded around the train doors to get on, leaving a very narrow path for the people who are trying to get off the train to navigate through. THEN, they complain because the people getting off the train are taking too long to get off! Let's do some basic algebra, shall we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;If 15-20 people have to get off the train to let 5-10 people on in about 2-3 minutes, who will take more time, the people getting off, or the people getting on???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like the people in the Metro DC area like to see you when you're down, and then should you ask them for help they want to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;#1: make sure you ain't trying to cut, shoot, or rob them and ain't just faking like you're hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;#2: See what they can get in return for helping you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why are the people in the Metro DC area so ill-hearted towards one another? Don't know but it sure explains why the murder rate keeps going up, while keeping steady or going down in other parts of the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's also explains why there a so many child murders. And why no one wants to send their children to DC public schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but CERTAINLY not least......it explains why former Mayor, Marion Berry...........was a crackhead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess if I was the Mayor of DC, I'd be a crackhead too!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;With that being said, it's my 2nd home! It has its advantages, and disadvantages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's the only city where you can get.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"CHICKEN AND MUMBO SAUCE WHILE LISTENING TO GO-GO!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;holla at cha girl ---- shugaree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-112199605390626143?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/112199605390626143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=112199605390626143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112199605390626143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112199605390626143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-up-with-people-in-metro-dc-area.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-112112981784051818</id><published>2005-07-11T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:56:57.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW YORK MAKES YOUR FEET DIRTY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglecting my blog duties lately. But now I'm back, and in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we (my husband and I) went to NY for the weekend (remember I'm from there). So you know we went to see fam, do some NY shopping, 'CAUSE YOU KNOW AIN'T NO SHOPPING LIKE SHOPPING IN NY!!!! We went to the Village (long story short, "when did 2 cats make me a homophob" times 10!!!!) and I got my first tattoo!!!! And it hurt like HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I'm walking around NYC, in my flip flops. You know the toesies had the French Pedicure, so I just HAD to show my joints off. And I had the cutest little outfit on to do some shopping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the day, as we're walking here and there, we get back into the house around 2:30 a.m. I know, for NYC it's not that late, but my hubby went into the office that day (Saturday) and that's the day we drove up.....needless to say, we were type tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in the house, and I look at the bottom of my feet, and joints is BLACK!!!! I mean BAH-LACK!!!!!! They were, "white people in the movies that just walk around barefoot black"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were "NO SHOES. NO SHIRT. NOT ALLOWED" black!!!! And the messed up part about it, when I took my shower, I literally had to scrub my feet to get the black off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love NY, and will rep NY till I die. But damn!!!!!! Why you gotta do my feet soooo bad???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-112112981784051818?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/112112981784051818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=112112981784051818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112112981784051818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112112981784051818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-york-makes-your-feet-dirty-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-112001061078472385</id><published>2005-06-28T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:06:39.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7296/1231/1600/snowpics0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7296/1231/320/snowpics0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN DID TWO CATS MAKE ME A HOMOPHOB????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a "Homophob"..........am I? I ask myself. I have homosexual friends. I have homosexuals in my family. Yes, I'm a Christian woman, and as a Christian, I love all. Remember the Bible says, "Judge not, lest ye be judged...." Hey, I'm "Gay Friendly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened on the train yesterday which made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the Metro (that's what the metro DC area calls the subway system) on my way home from work. I see two teenage girls, 10th or 11th grade girls. And did they do what I just THINK they did??? IN PUBLIC nonetheless???? YES THEY DID!!!! These girls are necking and petting each other. One of the girls is putting her face in the other girls neck, and I'm bugging 'cause I'm saying to myself, "This is what I do to my man!!!!" It just blew me!!! I had to catch myself, because after a while, I was just staring. I mean really staring. Then the lady sitting behind me was staring too (I could see her reflection in the window). And I'm thinking it's okay for consenting adults to be homosexuals, but these are children. CHILDREN FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was for a couple of seconds, it altered my being seeing that. Like I said earlier, I'm "Gay Friendly." But seeing this made me wonder. I don't want MY DAUGHTER hanging out with girls like that. She'll find out like I did that dick does a body good!!! (the protein is good for the complexion too!!! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of the matter is, I'm now sitting questioning myself saying if I'm so okay with this as I think I am, why did that bother me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel like it's an epidemic. Or is it a fad??? With sex n stuff so much on prime time television, and girls kissing girls in videos, and on awards shows, isn't that telling our youths Iit's okay to be Gay???" Or is it saying "...Hey be Gay, it's the in thing now!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're truly homosexual that's one thing. Love yourself. Be proud of who you are. But please don't do it because of what society protrays to make money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if what I'm saying makes sense or not. It probably doesn't. But it was an observation, and I needed to talk about it. Or, just get it off my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I love people. Regardless or sexual preference. But seeing the children, it bothered me. I can't explain why. Hey, it bothered the lady sitting behind me too. But it was bothersome to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla at cha girl --- Shugaree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-112001061078472385?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/112001061078472385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=112001061078472385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112001061078472385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/112001061078472385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-did-two-cats-make-me-homophob-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-111957807049340319</id><published>2005-06-23T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:54:30.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7296/1231/1600/myrtlebooty0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7296/1231/320/myrtlebooty0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO BLACK PEOPLE LOVE THE BEACH BUT HATE THE WATER???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my thought for the day. We as Black Americans, Negroes, Coloreds, African Americans, Other, whatever you may describe yourself as........love to go the the beach and/or very tropical locations. But, we very seldom get in the water. Let's talk Black Bike Week, which happens every Memorial Day weekend in Myrtle Beach, SC. You have hundreds, thousands of people who go down there, not for the beach. But to ride on bikes. More specifically, a lot of them go there to fuck (I've been there twice, I know. Hell, once was enough to see that). And me being the avid water lover that I am, I LOVE TO GET IN THE WATER. Always have. As a kid, growing up in NY beaches were like 30 mins away, in any direction. Moving to Maryland let's me know I'm having "Lack of Beach" anxiety. So my question is, why don't MY PEOPLE want to get wet. More specifically, the sistahs. Ladies, I understand the hair. Ain't trying to go natural. At the same time, I'm not going to let the texture of my hair stop me from getting into the water. That's what relaxers, cornrows, individuals (braids), even a sewn in weave are for. It is because we don't want to get ashy??? Is it that subconcious thought that we were brought over here unwillingly in boats, and as a people haven't recovered???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in HS cutting school and going to Rockaway Beach, let me rephrase that, spending extracurricular time in aquatics, and it would be a whole bunch of us. All the Black girls would be sitting on the towels talking about, "I ain't getting my hair wet" meanwhile all the Spanish girls were in the water and the girls on the towels were like, "What the hell he messing with her like that for......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who was the ONLY Black girl in the water.....that's right SHUGAREE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;See my sistahs, water is very, hmmmmm how should I say, erotic. There are some things that can happen in the water that goes undetected by the naked eye. If you're sitting on the beach you're chilling and really have know reason to make physical contact with a member of the opposite sex you may be attracted to. But when you're in the water, it's NO HOLDS BARRED BABY!!! You can feel on things, rub up against things, act like you can't swim (I really can't by the way, tee hee hee!!!) among OTHER things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships form in the water. Have you ever noticed you've gone to a beach or some tropical place, and the people that got in the water ended starting something????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice ladies, the WATER does a body GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till this day, I like it wet, I mean I like to get wet, I mean, shit, y'all know what I mean.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla at cha girl ----- Shugaree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-111957807049340319?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/111957807049340319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=111957807049340319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/111957807049340319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/111957807049340319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-do-black-people-love-beach-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13829852.post-111932139690321008</id><published>2005-06-21T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:15:02.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wha'dup all. This is me, Shugaree pronounced (shuh-gah-ree), and this is my blog. What the hell am I doing??? Not quite sure exactly. But, it was recommended by "Buk50" to create one of 'these' joints. A little background, Buk50, is not my man. He's my man. My homie, my paht-nah. Got it now??? Ai-ight, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, me and Buk50 went to an open mic/showcase in the DC. Yes, I currently live in the Metro DC area, by NY born and bred. Will always claim NY. But have an affection for my newfound home. Anyways, back to the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to an Open Mic/Showcase at, should I really say the name, F**K it, they need to know their service was shitty!!! Kilis Cafe and Lounge. That's right I said it. And I'll say it again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KILI'S CAFE &amp; LOUNGE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Now I've heard advertisements about this particular venue many times on the radio and was excited to go. On the flier, it stated the showtime was from 8:00 p.m. until 1:00 a.m. On a Sunday. Father's Day nonetheless. AND, I had to go to work the next day. And I felt like pure crap at work today. So, we arrive there at around 8:30. Parking lot was pretty full, however there was no line outside the door. Hell, the doors weren't even open. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL, THE DOORS WERE LOCKED!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;What made it worse, is the same flier that I saw advertising the event, was neatly, no "strategically" placed by the door and the windows leading up to the door. So, while were outside, waiting, Buk50 sees some of his boys and steps away to go holla. I'm like, ai-ight, my opportunity to write some lyrics (we'll talk about that later). So, Buk50 comes back and is like, "They 'bout to open..." At something after 9:00 mind you......I'm already not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go in. $10 cover. I have to walk through a metal detector. I'll leave it at that. I walk through, the detector beeps, the security dude does nothing. I ask, "Do I need to go through again?" I get ignored. So I think, "Taliban Bitch!!!!" Why in the Hell have a 'metal detector' if when it detects metal, yo' ass ain't gonna do shit??? So, I proceed to pay my cover, and I put my email address down so I can be contacted about future events. If I only knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go in, surprisingly enough, it's not a bad looking establishment. Actually, it's pretty ai-ight. Couldn't tell that from the outside. Damn-near got a flat tire from the huge ass &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POT HOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, at the entrance of the parking lot, that had the nerve to look like it was covered with carpet squares. Real f**king clever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a waitress comes up, and hands us a menu....No, no, no, let me back up. This dude comes up and puts a menu infront of my face, then places it on the table as I'm talking to, "Buk50."&lt;br /&gt;I look through the menu, Buk5o's not interested. I look at the appetizers and they have shrimp kabobs. Now, that's what's up!!! So, a waitress with a pleasant face comes up and asks if we want to order. Like I said, Buk50 wasn't interested, but I ordered the shrimp kabobs and a Corona. That was maybe 10 after 9:00..................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................................10 after 10:00, Buk50 calls the waitress over, and I'm like, "What happened to my order???" She gives me some BS about, "Oh, I think we're out of shrimp. Atleast, that's what I heard. But let me check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUT OF FUCKIN' SHRIMP!!!! I WAS ONE OF THE FIRST MO'FOES UP IN HERE. WHAT DID Y'ALL HAVE 5 SHRIMP AND ONE PERSON ALREADY ORDERED THEM?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that, flashback. So, at about 10:40 I finally get my meal. She kinda threw it on the table. Now, when I initially ordered the joint, I wasn't hungry. That would be the reason for ordering an appetizer. By this time, my ass was HUN-GRY!!! Ya' heard me!!!! Buk50, had to call her over again, "Where's my beer?" she replies, "Oh, its coming out soon." I'm thinking...what the fuck y'all ran out of beer too???? So, she comes back, and tells me, "Oh, when you order an appetizer, you get a free beer, it just can't be a Corona." My choices are a Bud Light, or MGD. First I said a Bud, but then I changed my mind when I realized what MGD was. No, I'm not an avid beer drinker, but I do like mi Coronas!!! Es verdad!!!! Needless to say, guess what she brought out.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, a Bud Light. By this time, I was hungry, and because I was eating sooo fast, I was thirsty too. I drank the Bud. And that was the best damn Bud I've had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings the receipts. I still have it in my purse. (Shit its in the car). Well, the meal was $10.95&lt;strong&gt;......$10.95&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!! The menu said $8.95. then there was 19% service fee, 15% gratuity. I wasn't giving this fucked up waitress a tip with her shitty service.....Now, I'm FORCED to???? Plus, sales tax, and it came up to $14.13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not a lot of money. And I had it. But it's about the principle. Y'all let people into your establishment over an hour later than what you've advertised, offer shitty service through your waitress, then you're going to fucking over overcharge me for a meal that was an hour and a half late&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND COLD WHEN I RECEIVED IT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, y'all fucking with the wrong bitch now.....So I call shorty over, and ask her what's going on with the bill when the menu CLEARLY stated $8.95. You know what this bitch told me........She had the gall to say they put the wrong menu out, and the price of the shrimp was $10.95. Talk about your customer service. So, I had my $20.13 out and she was about to take my money. I said no sweetheart, (Erica Kane came out y'all) I want to see your manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. The manager never showed but my bill was fixed, I bet you that!!! I paid. And that was the last I had to deal with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the performances. It was a "Ladies Night." All female emcees, and songstresses and bands, and group/duos were performing. And no, it wasn't the Grammys. Far from it.&lt;br /&gt;The first artist, a female mc with an album dropping in August. I don't know how she sounded or what she said, 'cause the sound was so shitty. Between the reverb and the beer, by this time I had a headache. And she was the first one up, I'm quite sure that was nerve racking enough, on top of that, the sound man didn't have her CD cued. And the sound was distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group #2. For it to be a group, one of the female singers appeared to be the lead. So, they shouldn't market themselves as a group but "Her ass, and them." And, she was feelin' herself way too much. Reminded me of the drunk Diana Ross in "Lady Sings the Blues" More accurately, she reminded me of the drunk Diana Ross. I actually prefered the other vocalist talent. She was in the cut, but she could blow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group #3. Another female mc who represented (as she proclaimed) the "New Dirty South" Judging from her outfit I could tell why. She was new to the scene and both she and her lyrics were dirty. This was her performance (envision the ill cipher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah. uh, uh. yeah, uh. New Dirty. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;mutha fucka, pussy, slut, lick my clit all you want,&lt;br /&gt;get this brown round while you go down town,&lt;br /&gt;I can swallow year 'round...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that isn't what she said verbatim. But damnit if it ain't close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group #4. Made it worth while. A very skilled neo-soul artist who had her stuff right. Her sound was fucked up too, but she didn't perform until the sound man got it right. I know that's right !!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the sound man ended up looking like and AV kid from a local high school. I was happy to see this one artist perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group #5. Lil' Kim's first cousins. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group #6. The artist was good. But by this time, actually WAY before this time, I was already done. She was ai-ight. I was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buk50 said, "You ready to do an Open Mic???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Hell Yeah!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to Kilis Kafe &amp;amp; Lounge and the fucked up waitress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "This Bud's for you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13829852-111932139690321008?l=shugaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/feeds/111932139690321008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13829852&amp;postID=111932139690321008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/111932139690321008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13829852/posts/default/111932139690321008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaree.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-hell-was-that-whadup-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Shugaree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163645356342093824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
