pajama (jammy) jam
So last night was the infamous Pajama (Jammy) Jam for one Julius West's birthday.
RIDICULOUS.
Haha. But I am glad I got my lazy ass out of my room and did something. Why did I feel like I saw a great chunk of the negro population of UNC there (and some of our non melanated allies of course). I saw people I haven't seen since like '03. Like Foster was there and so was Mary (Mary who?). I was so excited about that. Plus we even got Mrs. Ayofemi Kirby and Mrs. Tracey Steele to come out there in there jammies.
(I was not in my jammies).
No thats ok.
Anyways it wasn't too scandalous, which is what I feared. Although I must admit that certain of my friends were pushing the limits. But you know what, do what you do playettes. There were alot of unidentified negros (folks i didn't know/folks that didn't go to Chapel Hill) there. It was so crazy. I felt so short and small and I was like, ok you can't let me get kidnapped by some dude form Durham Tech. What? Yea that might be classism, but i'm just keeping it real.
Anyways, I basically went with one goal in mind and I accomplished it. Go me. And what is more I am proud to say that I accomplished it SOBER. Not one drinky drink was seen in my hand unless I was holding it for someone else. Go Jessie.
I rode up there with Kathryn, Chad, and Crystal, but I left with Tracey. That was a whole mess. I feel like Tracey was a little upset at the end and we ended up leaving one of the people she drove there with. So I don't know what all that was about. But anyways, thats how it ends sometimes.
All in all, I think it was definately worth my 1 dollar.
Good lookin out Dex, J. West, and B. Hodges.
posted by Perfection1Day @ 7:12 AM
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