Moving and Shaking

[ Smiling is an Aphrodisiac ]

Peep! We've all heard the saying "close mouths don't get fed!" That's a proverb worth its weight in gold for movers and shakers in the game. Traveling from state to state solo I've picked up more than a few inseparables habits that have been beneficial to my well being.

A couple of weeks ago I found myself in tha soulful state of Louisiana looking for relaxation and motivation. So I bend corners through the infamous drive thru Daiquiri Shop on tha four way of Lafayette. Coped me a Lean Daq and jumped fresh. K.R.I.T in hear cup in holder hit tha local club area downtown. This area is mostly college students and shit.

So I get there. Ask the parking attendant was the move for the night. He names some club. Promising a good time. He must not have peeped a niggaz pedigree. Cause I get there and it's live alright. Club full of 19 year old white chicks dancing and throwing their ass off beat. Drunk frat boys chugging beer and shit.

Now initially I was going to make the best of a lame situation, but my better nature and game kicked in. "Really nigga? Is this what we're doing tonight?" I head to the bar for yac and contemplation of my next move. I order a double shot of Hennessy. While the bartender fixed my drink I surveyed the dance floor a favorable prospect to snatch up and leave as soon as possible. I found none. Now I don't know how many of you have been to those college type clubs that's 18 and up that use plastic cups out of connivence to the many soda orders. And young MF inability to hold on to their damn drinks. But that was it for me. I hate drinking out of plastic cups. So I start chopping it up with the bartender. Late twenties white dude.

"Say bruh... What's the age group in here?" He replies 18 and up. Which I already knew, but I'm building and steering him into the intel I want from him.
"Damn. I thought they looked a lil young." "You seem rather older yourself. You must own this spot or something?" "Naw."he replied. I just went to school out here, graduated, and stayed."
"Cool. That what'sup. So are there any other venues out here that are more of a...... Older crowed?" He says names some other spot. The name sounded kind of skeptical so I pressed on. "Oh yeah. That's what'sup. preciate it. How are the women? Is it a sophisticated spot? Where do you go when you want to kick with quality chicks?" Even if he doesn't kick it with quality chicks he at least has to respond with something worthy to such a direct question to his vanity to save face. He says "yea it nice..... Or you can try XYZ. It's really top notch. That's where I go when I'm not here. Then he reaches for my untouched cup, pours it in it's official glass. A sniffer like its supposed to be. Adds a shot, then returns it. By that I knew he was now be straight up and the spot might be official. He then tells me about another spot just in cases the other was dead.

I push on.... "Preciate the good info. I'm from out of town. Glad you really know the club scene around here because another guy sent me to some BS. I like kicking it in smaller bars and lounge. Like local spots where you can shoot pool with the owner!"
He reply" I know what you mean. I think... XYZ will be there. Yea he should. He's the own of that spot."

"Oh yeah? Is he any good at pool? What does he look like? Ima shot a game with him..."

Needless to say. I step in a majority white club. suited and booted. Everyone looking like who the is this nigga. Spot the owner. Walk straight up to him like I've known him for years. Shake his hand and told him "XYZ referred me to your spot. Says it the best bar in town." I don't know if he knew the other nigga or not, but he went along with it. Brought me to the bar and I drank all night on the house. Guess he didnt want any trouble... Knew found "friend" opened the all  Bitchez there choose a player comfortably....

~HighLife Phi