In the past I’ve been horrible about loggin my trips, and chances are I’m going to continue that tradition.  But lately I’ve been mad jealous at The Hundreds blog for having such ill photo albums, and I figure, I don’t run a clothing line and if Johnny Hundreds and Kanye can do it (it’s really him, by the way), then I can too.

On Saturday I hit U Street near Howard University with the ever-so-spectacularly-fun Dalia.  We met up with Azizah (from SickSpits, yo!), who was like “You gotta get some Ben’s Chili Dogs, dawg,” so we did.  Here’s a delicious picture just for you, Ruby.  Mmmmm nummy nummy…

Actually, I was fronting like I don’t eat hot dogs so Dalia just got one and I had a bite, which was sooooo scrumptious that I ended up tearing one up right before the PFunk show, which wasn’t a good idea.  Anyway, we bumped into the 2050 folks from Amherst.  Amina (2nd to the left, posing like she’s kneading sourdough) is ridiculously cool…we met at the iLL-Lit show at UMASS in April, and she’s been bringing all the dope colors to my world since.  Check out her gangsta-ass shoes:

I had only met DW the day before, but she was already talking all this shit to me because she had bought a Razor, and had since then apparently become the queen of scooterdom.  I challenged her, and got my ass whooped.

She then did other things that I can’t do, which made me even more jealous:

After that, Dalia headed off to the Brave New Voices finals at the Lincoln theater, and Azizah and I followed shortly after.  Unfortunately, we left to get some catfish for Dahlak and when we came back there was a line alllllllll around the building.

Okay, hold on…I feel like in any situation where someone posts a photo of an old man in a diaper, there needs to be a disclaimer.  So just in case assumptions don’t lead you in this direction, the next couple of photos of people in diapers, blonde weaves, and feather getups are from the Parliament Funkadelic show.  Below is the legendary Gary Shider, lead vocalist of PFunk.  Unfortunately, if that name doesn’t mean anything to you, then he’s still just an old man in a diaper.

The scantily-clad gentleman to the right is Sir Nose D’Voidoffunk, a reoccurring character in the Parliament world.

Here’s his song. Pay attention!
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Parliament – Sir Nose D’Voidofffunk

Before the show people were telling me that George Clinton is always so massively pumped with drugs that he needs people to hold him up on stage while he babbles into the mic.  Maybe he decided to lay off for Chocolate City, because he was coherently awesome throughout the show, even after the joint he pass around with the audience.

By the time the show got out, it was 2am, and I needed to catch my bus to NYC at 7:30, which meant NO SLEEEEEEP!  Fortunately, there were a gang of fellow insomniacs to play with.  As the night wore on, the sleep deprivation paid its toll.  Here’s K~Swift’s attempt to make shorts out of his jeans to cope with the weather.

And here’s me not matching.  Before the trip I left in a frenzy and couldn’t decide which shoes I wanted to pack, so I brought one of each.

Dalia was among the zombies who stayed up, and she made it to the airport 2 hours before her flight, but ended up curling into a corner and missing two flights.  I obviously wasn’t at the airport to take a picture of this happening (and I would’ve been a pretty bad friend if I was there witnessing her miss her flight) so instead, here’s an image of a rollie-pollie with her face poorly photoshopped on.

From Dalia’s IM to me:

and then i was awake for the beginning of the boarding for the 2nd one (i was on standby), the last thing i remember was “we’ll be calling stanby in 5 min”) and next thing i know its like 30 min later and homie’s like “we paged you. door’s closed. don’t fall asleep next time.” i was ACTUALLY THERE in time for all of them, just drooling next to the queu to board, instead of handing over my boarding pass

Anyway, I and arrived at the bus stop.  DC’s cabs are fucking expensive…$10 for 10 blocks!  I know my lazy ass should’ve walked…I mean, it was just 10 blocks…but try telling that to someone whose recent hours have consisted of no sleep and watching an old man in a diaper dancing around for four hours.  Before I left, I took a shower in order to save time, since my plan was to get to New York, hop the train straight to Harlem to drop off my bags, and then immediately go to Central Park to see Santogold.  However, while waiting for the bus a bird flew into my ear.  Don’t ask how it happened, but normally in such situations I would think that the bird would get out of the way.  But no, it didn’t.  So instead of sleeping peacefully for the 4-hour bus ride, I sat paranoid about what sort of diseases were festering on the right side of my head.

But alas, Harlem is beautiful.

By the time we got to the show, I was soooooooo ridiculously exhausted that I only caught half of Kid Cudi’s set and slep through most of A-Trak and Diplo.  Santogold was raw as hell though.

Ooh look!  A new song with Santogold and MIA!  It’s called “Get It Up” and has a wack ass verse by Guerilla Zoe, but after that it’s the hotness:

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MIA f. Santogold & Guerilla Zoe – Get It Up

Okay, off to experience life.