"My Swag"...T.I

"...I'm the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for?
This dope got me geeked up
I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week bruh
These ni**az can't keep up cause they see me in London
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me

Been around the worrrrrld
Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
Flyin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girls around the worrrrrld (yo, yo)
They keep callin me (they call me)
Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
Hopin that they get a shot of me
It's my swaaaaag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool)
(That why e'rybody do what he do, tell 'em)
Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swaaaaag (for some reason all the real ni**az love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fu*k him, I guess)
Gotta be my swaaaaag..."

The past weekend with IL Buddy in town for the annual poker tourney, was what was expected; full of mischief, kraziness, drinking and fun. I had planned on meeting up with the gang the Friday evening that IL Buddy and others arrived. Although because of mis-communication between WB, IL Buddy and myself it didn’t occur, so I hung out at my place. It was probably a Godsend, since the evening even without going out was drama. In the end, after a conversation with a more than buzzed WB, a conversation with a very drunk IL Buddy and some angry texts from WB, WB called – asking for a place to crash – in fear of Detached Buddy and moreso, because he didn’t want to deal with him.

So- despite the angry texts I had received from WB, I changed the pillowcase, got his bed ready on the couch and stayed up for his late arrival. I found out, after WB arrived about the drama between the others that had occurred and decided that after the evening he had, the fact that he was blitzed and it was late, I couldn’t be mad but felt thankful for not being out.

The next day, I met up w/IL Buddy and AsianKid for some quick drinks in the neighborhood before we headed off. It was good to catch up. Maybe because WB wasn’t around or maybe because IL Buddy was sober, he was himself and it conversation was good. The drinks were quick, since time was short til we were due at the tourney. I had originally accepted the invite for the tourney, since I decided I had played in the 5 previous ones. But after thinking about it and knowing I wasn’t going to make it to the final table, the money would be lost and it could prove to be more costly than what it was worth. No such luck, since after speaking w/ the tourney’s host, I was in – they had counted enough people with me and needed the body (or my money, ha)

I’ve made it to the final table twice in my previous years playing but not this year. Though, I have to say I feel good about how I played, with the exception of one good hand I really should’ve bet more. The tourney started around 5:15 and I managed to stay in the game til a quarter to 11 – most impressive for me! It seemed that everytime I was close to being out, I got lucky and had a good hand – it saved me twice in the game! But alas, I was out, the final table to start and it was time to go out on the town.

I might has well have gone out by myself. It was IL Buddy’s ‘grand idea’ to head back to our old dance/bar from college days, downtown. And though it was fun to be back at the old club, I was way too old and after the first drink we all had together, I don’t think I saw any of them for the rest of the night. So, I ended up making friends w/randoms in the bar and as usual met some interesting (using ‘interesting’ loosely) people. By the end of the night, my feet were hurting and I was ready to jet. Of course, not everyone was gathered and in the chaos of closing time and me getting impatient, I left them at the bar, dancing or whatnot – while I retreated my old self back to my place and bed… ha