It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments The weekend isn’t over, but I’m updating anyway. Hence the title.

Thursday night was the second Knights mixer– Hip Hop theme. I kicked it endostyle all over that piece. You know how we do. Yo yo, this is your home boy DJ HREF representing the B-Money Records family. We only drink the finest San Pellegrino and rock the tightest Sambas. Don’t step to us when we roll through your crib in our phat Passat wagon, else we’ll have to rise up and get our cap peelin’ on. Czech dat.

Am Freitag, I got over my delusions of rapper stardom and went to class. After that I think I hung out with Cara and the Megs. I can’t quite remember. No, wait, we had to have, since the plan to go to Little Rock am Samstag was hatched Freitagabend. I think the Freitagaushangung (yes, that’s “Friday out-hangage”, don’t mock my mad German skillz) consisted of going to Mall-wart, amongst other things.

In a fashion fitting good ol’ Jermaine Dupri, Saturday was, once again, off the heezy for sheezy. Woke up at about noon, got dressed, ended up going to lunch with Cara in Beebe, of all places (we wanted to go to the Greek restauraunt there, but it was closed). We hit up a greasy-spoon type place. Had a very quality patty melt and some not-particularly-sugary cole slaw. Such a tasty!

After that, I went to the car wash, since tehre was abunch of pollen residue all over my Passat and I couldn’t have any of that. One of Cara’s friends is loaning her a bass guitar, so we went to his apartment to pick it up. Cara and I and another friend, Tyler, proceeded to hang out in the Armstrong lobby for a while.

Somewhere in there I got a call from Church Secretary Miss Dawn, who was down here visiting her daughter, and who had brought me some stuff from the Units– real chex mix, some disposable cereal bowls that don’t suck, mandarin oranges and… a case of 12 750mL bottles of SAN PELLIGRINOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh my goodness. And these aren’t the regular (500mL) bottles of SPG, either– these are big honking ones that are vaguely reminescent of a 40 oz. of malt liquor, a perennial rapper favorite.

Finally, the Megs got off of work and guitar practice, so her and Cara and I all went to Little Rock for dinner. There’s a Fazzoli’s down there, and since it’s good quality stuff, and also far far away from Searcy, we hit that thing up. Afterwards, we went to the mall and didn’t do much. Somehow we ended up at Thanks a Latte, a kafehaus on the West side of Searcy. Didn’t stay there for very long, as it was too crowded. However, a bunch of the Knights dudes were there and called me out and said hello and talked and whatnot, so, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about right there.

Then, I came back to my room and did some work on the new benjies frontpage. It’s gonna be awesome. Also, pants.