The Best/Worst/Most Exciting/Scary Weekend I've Ever Had

As you can probably guess from the title. My weekend was interesting to say the least.
So much happened in two days I don't know where to start. I'll give it a shot tho'. This is a long one...TRUST.

Saturday

My girl Tessa (pictured here) was eager to go out to a club, so we went to the mall to pick her out something fly. I didn't want anything cause I had no intention of going. I was not feeling it. She kept begging and pleading and I finally said okay I will kick it for a minute with ya. She was excited. So we stopped by my place so I could get changed.

Then we headed up North to her boyfriend's house. We're driving along Lakeshore Drive at 100+ miles an hour in a red 2006 Mustang when all of a sudden a Impala starts to inch over into the lane we are flying in. And when I say inch over I do mean inch over. I've never seen anyone switch lanes so slow. Anyway, Tessa didn't stop she just moved over as the Impala got so close I could've put lip stick on the elderly lady who was driving. The lady continued to come over into our lane almost grinding us into the side railing. Tessa honked non-stop. The old lady obviously didn't see us but heard the honking and got back in her lane. That lady was "drifting one a memory" cause she was in another world thank God she didn't hit us, cause we were going to fast. That's incident one.

Tessa starts drinking once we get to her boyfriend's house. She wanted to start the party before we went to the club. Cool. I'm not really a drinker so I just had some Bacardi and coke, which I didn't finish cause I had a feeling I needed to be on point. We get her boyfriend to take us to the Ice Bar...womp, womp. As we pulled up I said, "I don't like the looks of this joint." Tessa tipsy says, "Awe come on Millie." So I go ahead, I'll try not to be a party pooper. We call this nigga we work with, he is the one who invited us or shall I say her. I'm extra baggage...lol
Prior to all this we called dude we work with who shall now be called "Mr. Puss Ass" and asked him what was the cover. He tells us there isn't one for ladies tonight. Cool.

We get to the door and the bouncers are eying Tessa. Talking bout what they would do to her all loud and shit. I'm getting pissed because it is totally disrespectful, she doesn't notice cause she is drunk. So now I feel like I'm her handler or cock blocker and I didn't want that role I'm just trying to kick it. But I hate to hear men speak to women in a vulgar manner. So I'm getting pissed. Tessa is grown but to me she is still a kid and these niggas were old, some more puss ass niggas to add to the bunch. We get past them fools only to find out ladies don't get in free. Its 15bux well my dumb ass didn't bring no cash. I figured I'd just charge whatever I wanted. Okay fine I asked if there was an ATM around they said yeah right next door. Cool. As we are about to leave out "Mr. Puss Ass" says, nah cuz we got ya'll c'mon back in. Cool. He hands dude some money but what do you know he was on some slick shit. It wasn't enough cash and dude figured it out. He was like nah ya'll got to pay up or we getting the bouncers. I'm like great, let's just go to the ATM Tessa damn...they on some bullshit, they ain't go pay for us.

So I drag her drunk ass out to the ATM. Now she's pissed and her Puerto Rican side rears its ugly head...lol. She gets to cussing and talking about how she ain't never paid to get into shit and yadda, yadda, yadda. I tell her that gray eyed I'm pretty shit ain't working tonight muthafucka....lol...let's go. We get the cash and try to head back in, one of the bouncers point to the back of the line. I was like whatever, the a nice chick who was standing in line with her girls was like ya'll can get in front of us, we saw what happened. I was like cool thank you, but the bouncer was like, "Nah they have to get to the back." Let me tell you the line wasn't even long ya'll. It was like 6 people out there and 4 of them was with old girl who said we could get in front of them. So the nigga was trying to fuck with us. I turned to Tessa and said, "I'm ready to go."

She finally gets it and we catch a cab. She says, "Millie, there is another spot I always go to I promise we will get in for free." I'm like Tessa I've had enough. She's like trust me. Okay. That's incident two.

We go to this place on Halstead called "Redno" they have a $50 cover. But what do you know Tessa knows these muthafuckers, we get in for free. It's a mostly white and Arab club but they playing the hits which throws me off. I didn't hear any whitey music all night. They were juking. I still wasn't happy tho' I was fucked up about what happened earlier. Tessa started drinking some more and made a friend this chick that works there name Kenya. This chick was cool as hell ya'll and had me rolling (not on X) the entire night. We were cracking up laughing at whitey dancing off bet. Come to find out she is from the westside like me and that's when we really started tripping out. She saved my night. We laughed at Tessa's half black, half Puerto Rican dancing...sometimes she was on beat and sometimes she was off beat...lol But it was funny and I had a good time finally.

That was just Saturday. Sunday had its own crazy/happy moments. I'm gonna get to that in a minute. I'm gonna take a break. Then I'll finish this crazy weekend up.