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Three
Chicks - One Party - Three Opinions
Title:
Lifestyles Pyjama Jammy Jam
Concept: Bi-Weekly Party
Promoters: Craig Powell, Ian McNally, Philip
Bernard
Cost: $300 / ladies free before 12
Venue: Liguanea Club
Date: Saturday, March 10th, 2001
…awkward pause…
Fyah: Mic, we
always start with you…
Mic: no, whoever starts talking first..
Tru: She's writing everything by the
way...
Fyah:
Oh God…ok…what exactly do you remember?
Mic: It was only last night guys.
Fyah: Correction…this morning.
Tru: Yeah but the rum & cokes were
great.
(Fyah, Mic & Tru in unison……..G…R….E….A….T….!!!)
Mic:
Ok so we got there at 2 something because I guess Fyah couldn't find something
to wear.
Fyah: Not quite, I had a very important
phone call, and you know this.
Tru: Ok, I was falling asleep but I
woke up when I heard Fyah at the gate beeping.
Mic: While I was trying to print off
WHADDAT stickers…next week guys…next week.
Fyah: So anyway sorry for the delay…my
bad my bad...on to the party we go and ummm…
Mic:
There was like no parking AT ALL ANYWHERE
Tru: 'Cuz we got there late.
Fyah: We did make up by getting that
VIP parking space.
Tru: BIG UP GYAADIE ANYWEH YUH DEH,
YUH LARGE!!!
Mic: * snicker *
Fyah:
So surprise number one, we nearly get flop at the gate yow. Mi cyan deal
wid di embarrassment ting.
Tru: Yuh dun know I was all set to
pay.
Mic: But iz the PRINCIPLE. Anyway Craig
seh iz tru we go t'ru de wrong gate. We shoulda gone in the VIP line.
Fyah: Yow dat guest list was long though.
If all the people that was on that list was there, that was the party.
Tru: Hopefully not for their sake.
Mic: Nah, but it was a wicked turnout
still.
Fyah:
Fi real, and the music!!…Trus' mi man!
Tru: BIG HYPE! They played all the
songs that I love! I was enjoying it thoroughly - and you didn't even have
to go inside on the hot dancefloor, cuz speakers were on the lawn this
time.
Mic: Looks like they took our advice
! Bla Blau! (NEW HYPE, WATCH IT…SEAN A PAUL SEH SO) An' yuh dun know, wi
haffi large up DJ Taj Mahal for his wicked mic chat…biggin' up Whaddat
all night.
Tru: Of course!
Fyah:
It was really cool how they set up the place with all the beds and couches
and sh*t.
Tru: Yeah, yuh know, that was helpful
at the end of the night when my feet were killing me.
Mic: Well, I never liked the looks
of how things were going… ON those same beds…ewww… guess that's why they
had the curtains over 'em.
Tru: The freaks come out at night.
Fyah: Or at Lifestyles parties.
Mic:
Well, I certainly got an eyeful watching the competition. LAWD HAVE MERCY
ON THOSE GIRLS! 'Bout "Don't put my picture on the website oooooooook?"
Yuh wish.
Tru: And they wonder why niggaz call
them hoes.
Fyah: Yow, I ain't knocking nobody
still, but the show was nasty. I wonder how they felt the morning after.
Tru: Dem ting deh nuh move dem gyal.
Fyah: At least the men enjoyed it.
Mic: ENJOYED IT??! They were having
a field day! I was at the front taking pictures, and I got trampled by
di man dem, I SWEAR TO GOD!
Tru:
But dem need some fans in that place. It was mad hot.
Mic: They have fans y'know!
Tru: Well, dem nah work.
Fyah: Fi real, especially with all
the testosterone they be throwing around in there.
Tru: There was lots of eye candy. Lots
and lots and lots and lots….
Fyah: Fi real, nuff a dem man deh I
never even see in my life!
Mic: So how come I neva see none?
Tru: Bwoy, mi nuh know wha you did
a do, but I certainly did.
Fyah: The liquor was probably working
better for us, Tru! * boom fist *
Tru: Fi real, rude girl!!
Mic: Well, yuh dun know, taking the
pics keeps me off the sauce. HAHAHAHA!!!
Tru:
Yo,
I had a great night!
Fyah: Trus' me. The music was wicked,
all dem ol' tune deh star…! * wi-i-i-f-e you a de wife * The bar was flowing,
except for the fact that they ran out of straws.
Tru: F**ks up the lipstick.
Mic:
Ok, well it was good. I liked the pictures on the big screen. That was
hype.
Fyah: Well, it must have been good,
seeing as we were the last rass people to leave. Colonel Barnes HIMSELF
asked us to go home when we were in the "VIP" parking lot. Oonu nuh shame?
Disturbing the peace.
Tru: You were there too.
Mic:
Well, I knock out as mi reach in…AT 6 AM!!!
Fyah: I neva so happy to see my bed,
and get out of those damn stilettos.
Tru: Same here. It was great. Lifestyles
always represent.
Mic: Tru dat. Mi done. One.
Fyah: Likkle more.
Tru: Peace.
Check out the competition pics *whew* >>>
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Run
'di show, yes!
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Sippin'
on some sy-yrup
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Contestant
numberrr 2!
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Best
costume. no doubt.
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Steppin'
up...
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...and
layin' it down...
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...but
along came no. 5
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Tryin'
a ting
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Tryin'
a ting?
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Deal
wid a ting.
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