OKAY SO I WORKED MY BUTT OFF GETTING PRESS ACCESS INTO WHAT APPEARED TO BE THE MOST PROMISING EVENT OF THE WEEKEND. MTV'S VERY OWN CIPHA SOUND'S BIRTHDAY BASH FEATURING DJ KHALED. AFTER TALKING SOME GOOD GAME AND PROMISING TOP NOTCH COVERAGE I GET THE GREEN LIGHT. NOW IT'S THE NIGHT OF THE EVENT AND AFTER BACK OUTS AND STAND UPS I FINALLY GET MY ROAD DOG 'NELLE TO TRUCK IT OUT TO BROOKLYN WITH ME. BY THIS TIME IT'S MIDNIGHT (WHICH SURPRISINGLY IS STILL VERY EARLY IN NY TIME), AND I'M HEADING OUT THE DOOR.
OMFG! WE FIND A YELLOW CAB IN THE MIDDLE OF HARLEM?! AND IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT'S A SERIOUS TREAT. WE JUMP IN THE CAB AND JUMP RIGHT BACK OUT AFTER WE FIND OUT HOW EXPENSIVE IT WOULD BE, AND WE FIND THE NEAREST TRAIN.
FAST FORWARD 1 HOUR AND 45 MINUTES LATER........
WE STEP OUT OF THE TRAIN STATION TO FIND OURSELVES IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE (EAST FLATBUSH? WTF?!)...NO CLUB IN SIGHT. WE START WALKING IN THE DIRECTION OF THIS SO-CALLED CLUB AND STOP AFTER A FEW BLOCKS TURN INTO MANY.
THIS IS WHERE WE MEET OUR TWO NEW HAITIAN FRIENDS WHO LATER ON WIND UP SAVING US FROM OURSELVES AND THIS HORRIBLE DECISION OF LEAVING MANHATTAN. THEY ASK US WHERE WE WERE HEADED AND WE TELL THEM ABOUT THE CLUB C-PAC AND THE CIPHA SOUNDS PARTY. THE CONVERSATION WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS.....
HAITI: SO WHERE Y'ALL HEADED?
ME: TO 48TH AND FARRAGUT. YOU KNOW THAT CLUB OVER THERE RIGHT?
HAITI: (WITH A WRINKLE IN HIS BROW) WHAT CLUB?!
ME: C-PAC. THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A HOT EVENT THERE TONIGHT.
HAITI:(LONG PAUSE) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
ME: (A LITTLE PERTURBED) WHAT'S SO FUNNY?
HAITI: YO I DON'T KNOW WHENS THE LAST I'VE BEEN TO C-PAC! (MORE LAUGHTER) THAT PLACE IS THE SLUMS! IT'S THE WORST! Y'ALL IN A GANG? WHAT Y'ALL REP CRIPS OR BLOODS? HAHAHAHA!
ME: WHAT? I DON'T GET IT.
HAITI: (TALKING TO HIS OTHER FRIEND) DIDN'T KEEK GET STABBED OVER THERE A FEW BACK? (BACK TO ME) YEA MA THEY ALWAYS SHOOTING OVER THERE TOO.
ME: I THINK YOU'RE CONFUSED. THIS IS THE CI-PH-A SO-UN-DS EVENT WITH DJ KHALED "WE DA BEST NIGGA, WEEEEE NIGGA" YOU KNOW?
HAITI: OH... I KNOW! AND NO! I DOUBT THEM DUDES ARE HAVING AN EVENT THERE. I MEAN I'LL TAKE YOU OVER THERE SO YOU CAN SEE FOR YOURSELF.
WE DRIVE UP TO THIS DEAD END ALLEY BLOCKED OFF BY A SUBURBAN WITH A BLACK BUILDING IN THE VERY BACK. THE HAITIANS, STILL CRACKING UP, ARE NOW QUESTIONING OUR GANGSTA BECAUSE AT FIRST SIGHT OF THIS VERY QUESTIONABLE SCENE, THE BOIGIE COMES OUT OF ME AND A "AWWW HELL NAH!" CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH.
HAITI: Y'ALL GETTING OUT MA?
ME: HELL NO! I'M GOING BACK TO HARLEM. WHERE'S THE 2 TRAIN?
HAITI: (LAUGHING) YEA I DON'T BLAME YOU.
ON THE WAY BACK TO THE STATION, HAITI GETS ON SPEAKER PHONE WITH A NICE RESPECTFUL YOUNG LADY NAMED "SWEETNESS," AND THEY PLAN THE REST OF THEIR EVENING. ME AND 'NELLE JUST SIT IN THE BACK SEAT SHAKING OUR HEADS AT THE OUTCOME OF THE EVENING. WITH NOTHING ELSE LEFT TO DO, WE THANK OUR NEW FRIENDS FOR GETTING US BACK TO THE TRAIN STATION AND HEAD BACK UP TO HARLEM.
TIRED AND BEAT. WE MAKE IT BACK STILL WONDERING WHAT REALLY WENT DOWN IN THAT PARTY LAST NIGHT. I HIT UP CIPHA SOUNDS TO FIND OUT THE SCOOP. I'M STILL WAITING ON THE REPLY....(TO BE CONTINUED)
