My wife and I visited her home state of Connecticut on Saturday to see our Godson Chauncey for his 2nd birthday. He's getting so big! And spending time with a growing little boy like that really does put things into perspective. I remember exactly where I was and what was going on in my life when we got the call that his mother Marrissa was in labor, and now I'm helping to teach him his first words. Time surely does fly, every minute counts, and I can almost justify the manic sense of urgency I put into my daily music routine! Haha... two years ago I was gearing up to ask for my beautiful wife Kai's hand in marriage, Chauncey was just coming into the world, and my debut Connect The Dots. was only just beginning to take shape. Two years later I'm happily married, Chauncey is almost potty trained and the ambitious roll out of my album is about to begin. Make the most of your time on this Earth man, it certainly does not last forever.
My Godson Chauncey... I love this little man.
And he loves his new trucks!
Saturday evening we planned to leave Connecticut in time to make a quick stop to visit a friend of the family in Harlem, and then it was off to my good friend's birthday party downtown at 230 5th by 9:30pm. Anyone who knows me on a personal level is aware of the importance I place on promptness, and this day was no different. We get to the door... there's the birthday boy and his girl... we follow closely behind them as there is no cover charge, so we're moving quickly, and we hear the doormen: "No shorts!" This is where the frustration begins.
Now, I see other dudes coming out of the place in their bruised loafers, Levi's (cuffed no less, but more on that in a minute) and I'm thinking... my style is type fly, ok? I got the BluBlockers proudly displayed, my Miami Vice "yacht club" style is in full e-maphukin-fiznecct with the Polo sailing jacket (collar popped mind you), Penguin slip-ons and, yeah I'll admit it, my Tommy Hill khaki shorts, and I'm sure they can't be talking to me. Think again. I didn't fit the dress code (which is sloppily defined by the door staff's discretion) and my wife and I were asked to leave.
I learned how to dress from the best.
"Triple OG" status right here...
Rule one: cuffing your jeans was played out in '96, and unless you're Katie Holmes trying to bring back the "college roll" then fuck you for leaving the house.
I'm honestly not even sure I
can give her a pass for this mess.
Rule two: Dear door staff of 230 5th, don't cast stones if you live in a glass house.
Who are you to be telling me how to dress
with your four-shades-of-black, Penny's wearing ass?
Who are you to be telling me how to dress
with your four-shades-of-black, Penny's wearing ass?
Fact: My money doesn't get any greener when I cover my calves. And little did you know, you turned away a functioning alcoholic (joke, kind of) who would have kept the $14 Bombay martini's flowing all night without batting an eyelash.
Side note: My father is a prestigious construction contractor who helped build your half-assed excuse for a VIP club. I could have used that to my advantage, but the lobby was getting too loud with all the bachelorette parties making their way into your "exclusive" venue, so I decided not to steal focus from their hot pink tiaras. Classy.
At the end of the day, no harm no foul... the Well Done fam was out in full force repping hard for Connect The Dots. at the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival afterparty. Thank you for that guys, it allowed me the opportunity to go home, regroup and start fresh on Father's Day, when I took the time to show appreciation to all the strong male roll models in my family. I hope you took the time to do the same.
Let there be no mistake recession... we earned you,
Side note: My father is a prestigious construction contractor who helped build your half-assed excuse for a VIP club. I could have used that to my advantage, but the lobby was getting too loud with all the bachelorette parties making their way into your "exclusive" venue, so I decided not to steal focus from their hot pink tiaras. Classy.
At the end of the day, no harm no foul... the Well Done fam was out in full force repping hard for Connect The Dots. at the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival afterparty. Thank you for that guys, it allowed me the opportunity to go home, regroup and start fresh on Father's Day, when I took the time to show appreciation to all the strong male roll models in my family. I hope you took the time to do the same.
Let there be no mistake recession... we earned you,
