Its been a while since there's been a good story about a weekend around here so I figure I'll give it my best.
Last weekend my buddy (Jim) called me up and told me about a Halloween party he was throwing and said I should come up. So with nothing to do on Saturday, I drove to West Lafayette. I didn't really dress up for the party, and when I got there Jim said that I should dress up. I was wearing a Dodgers hat and Jim had a mexican poncho... bang, boom, I'm Cheech. A baggie of loose leaf green tea later and my costume was complete.
My friend who is very socially awkward, was responsible for none other than bringing the booze. He had all day to prepare for the party but instead he did nothing. So we were late, people were cranky.
We pull up in his Geo Tracker circa 1991 with two kegs stuffed in the back. There were three guys standing on the porch (remember I know none of them) I overheard them talking, one of them says "Whats this guy supposed to be a beaner?" He said it with a tone that only someone with Hispanic heritage would have had, had he thought my costume to be intentionally racist. Not long after the kegs were moved in and we were ready to go.
The party was kind of dead at first, a guy I went to high school with came and I had two friends at the party (Friend #2 Lathan) Me and lathan were standing on one side of the room watching a football game while a couple guys played beer pong and people continued to show up. We're standing there and this short guy walks over to me. It was the guy from the porch.
Him "So you just get back from a drug run?"
me "What"
Him "Your costume"
I then explained to him what had happened, showed him my bag of fake weed and he was cool with everything. And he went on.
Him "So you know who I am?"
Me "No, man."
Him "Come on man, the dreads the tattoos(on his face)"
Me "I dont know"
Him "I'm Lil Wayne man!"
For the rest of the story this guy shall be know as lil wayne.
The party went on Jim called some people we knew and there were about 4-5 people I knew but I got to know almost everybody there. But Lil Wayne made himself very known to everyone.
Lil Wayne felt it was important to let everyone know that he had been mixing since 4:30. (it was like 10). He was obnoxiously drunk, but his motor skills were actually perfect. At the party's height there were probably 50 people in the house hanging out. Lil Wayne had disappeared. No body cared.
Lil Wayne burst through the door a few minutes after I noticed he wasn't around. He came in and was visibly upset. He had been punched in the mouth, his face was red. He proceeded to tell the story of how he was walking along and some guys were giving him a hard time about being lil wayne from the party across the street, so he told them "If you're feeling froggy, leap" Well I guess they "leaped" and lil wayne was mad.
After a few more sessions of lil wayne disappearing and coming back to our party I went out to the porch because my phone was ringing. I answered it and as I was getting off the phone a guy was crossing the street and he was headed my way so I waited and the guy asked if I lived there I told him I didn't and I told him who did and I asked him what was up and he told me that lil wayne was causing problems at their party.
Once lil wayne got back to our party I spent most of my time holding him back trying to keep him and alot of other under-agers from going to jail. By this time he was belligerent. I stayed on the porch with him, and anytime anyone would walk up, people that had left and come back, girls, people coming to meet someone inside; any one lil wayne would confront them, usually asking them if they felt froggy. A few times guys from the other party came over to try to smooth things out and lil wayne just made it worse every time.
I finally convinced lil wayne to come back inside and have another drink with me. After he was pretty calm and the party had died down me and Jim decided to take off and head down to the bars to see what we could get into...
Jim and I spent probably 2 hours in various bars talking to people he knew. We finally decided to head back to his apartment as we both had to be up kind of early. We walked back to where we parked behind the apartment that hosted the party, next to the Tracker, was a cop car. Jim wanted to make sure everything was 'Ok' I told him that the cops were there and that I was sure that they had everything under control, and I didn't want to have to answer any questions and be out any later. But Jim decided to walk to the front, we got to the side of the house where we saw a few guys lined up against the wall inside the house, and six cop cars outside.
We didn't stick around to find out what happened.
I went home and everything was just fine. Jim called me last night and told me some interesting news....
http://www.jconline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2009911030321 Apparently Lil Wayne AKA Quinten Stamper felt froggy.
So that was my weekend story... I'll now retire to the rest of my boring life.
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