So...
I went to a Ludacris concert last night.

It was interesting. Guy and Sammy were way hype for it.

Me?

Honestly.

Mom...you know how I am around drunken smelly people...make that a LOT of drunken smelly horny people all pushing up on you?
Nuh-uh. Not my thing.

I think it would have been better had the warm up not lasted a freaking hour and then Luda only play for like an hour.
There was zero room in the smoosh and then this guy in front of me was totally like dry humping his girlfriend that was drunk as a viking or something. His elbow kept mashing in to my boob too...ugh... I waited in the smoosh for a bit and then was just like "Bah, must pee!" Waiting to pee at a concert...yeah....fifty foot line with all these ladies hair sprayed, in heels, hanging out of their shirts...ass and boobs both. They are all dying to piss and looking for friends and your ass better not even think about getting in front of them.
After getting out of the bathroom I abandon all hope of getting back in to the smoosh and really did not want to go back....And finding Guy and Sammy in that would have been crazy/impossible.
I went to hang out in the bleachers at the back of the performance hall which was just as fine as the smoosh. The bass kept vibrating the bleachers so my ass was shaking the whole time even without my doing so on purpose. I sat back, took videos and shot some pictures.

I was in total scientist mode. I actually took notes on my phone on some of my observances. I was also not very amused by the lyrical content of the show. "I was gettin' some head"....Honestly? I mean some of Luda's songs are good, like "Get Back" "Shake Your Money Maker" "Area Codes", etc. I know rap is written like that on purpose. There are a bajillion songs that about sexing. Write one about going down to the lady's valley or something. Write an instruction manual for chrissakes. I'm not so much in to the dirogatory nature of the "game" anymore.
The fun part was getting to say "Fuck you, Luda!" and holding our middle fingers in the air at him because he took his damn ass time getting on stage.

Oooh, oooh. Someone totally started smoking pot and passing a joint during the show. The WHOLE crowd could smell that shit. Hell, Luda could smell it on stage!

I couldn't help thinking of my soc class or the book I read where it explains what a rap really is. It made sense but I don't need a rap. I am not trying to brag of my ability to get in someone's pants in order to actually get in someone's pants.
I kind of wish that the artist would do something more than just walk around stage and have some girls booty-clapping behind him as well. I want to be ENTERTAINED, not bored and semi-grossed out.
I think the next time if I have to go see a rap artist I would prefer it to be Lupe Fiasco <3 <3 <3 or Common. They have good lyrical content and are just good. Lupe Fiasco just stands out to me as well as being real, rapping it real and just being a man in terms not based on street life glorification necessarily.

Oooh, before I forget....I was hit on.
It was awkward. I mean the guy was cute but like....no. His friend was smoking right near him too and it was like...the reason he said hey was because of my hair. I mean that's nice and all but I thought "Maybe I should shave my head and see what happens." I was in scientist mode. Scientist mode means flirting is the LAST thing on my mind and that I was noting behavior. Seriously it was like "Hm...male...talking to me...hat...semi-curly hair. Engineer? What? Has no idea where my college is. Hm. Nope, not cruzing for a man anyway when I have one."
I think that may be the fourth time in my life I can really think of being checked out/hit on. Strange. I am never actually in the right mode when it happens either. Weirdness.

After getting back from the concert I was pretty tired but Ben was online and we ended up talking pretty late. It was fun times. There was a moment of weirdness/miscommunication (not over the dude that hit on me) but we got it figured out. Reparations were made and we got back to the fun.
Bwhaha. Fun times for sure. I love that guy so much.
I made him leak (It's soooo cute!) after I purposely took off my glasses and stared at the webcam as though it were his eyes I was looking in to instead of a blue and black thing. I channeled my emotions in to my face and typed blind the thoughts that were with them. His face melted and it was beauty.
I might be just a little bit romantic.
I am really looking forward to May.
Other fun things were the teasing....Mmmmhmm...that is semi-addictive I must say, making another person's mouth water.
But since most of you readers are like um...my parents...I will spare you the details.
Good times for sure.

Oh, the phrase that is the summation of Ben and I's relationship: delayed satisfaction. He came up with it. It is sad and true but I am okay with it. There are some days where I wonder if I can wait, if I can do this. But then I check the thread of my heart and it shatters the doubts of the mind. This can and is working.

But time to get my booty moving on work. Bah.
Adios.
Peace.
~Lo
17 days of YFAT