That Girl Is Poiiison!

That right folks. I got a dose of 1988 into system last Saturday as I went to the Toni Tone Tony, Bell Biv DeVoe and Keith Sweat concert in Nashville. It was awesome! I had fifth row seats given to me by the people that are hosting our conference basketball tournament. I had one of the best times I've had since I got here. I didn't realize these guys had 3500 fans that still existed but we jammed to "Do Me", "Feels Good", "Make You Sweat" and countless other ballads that made me wish a woman was with me.

First of all, one of the biggest observations since I've arrive here is the lack of diversity in the downtown area. But at the concert, I came to realize that us black folk like to congregate at the Keith Sweat concert annually. My people came out Ghetto Fabulous! Gators, Fly hats, Full-on purple suits and very tight closing on some not so svelte ladies.

Here are some other observations from the "Ladies Night Out" Concert:

• CPT really exists, but especially applies to an R&B concert. Concert scheduled for 8pm. Concert starts at 8:30pm. Crowd arrival 9:30 pm.


• Toni Tone Tony (3T) gives a horrible concert. When I go see someone in concert I want the group to sing the song like they are on the CD. Don't improvise so damn much. 3T is the worst at this. Plus they only had 1 of the original 3 members there. How you gonna have a 3T concert with 1 T?


• BBD can still kill it in concert! When they sang "Do Me" my big ass almost rushed the stage. I tried to jump through my own leg and later pulled a hammy trying to do the splits and get right back up. I just couldn't help it!

• Keith Sweat brought two couches on stage so he could sing to his womens....I literally teared up in laughter.


• A woman actually threw her 9in size heels on stage to Keith Sweat. Keith promptly return the shoe after the woman asked him "Can you match IT (her 9" shoe"). Once again..in tears laughing.

• Big women like me and there were a lot at this concert...I think I have a special scent that attracts them. Somenone actually tried to bite me.


• I'm convinced that the best love songs involve beggin....not begging....BEGGIN! I think many men could be forgiven quicker for dumb shit if they played a Keith Sweat song....if anything just to stop hearing Keith's whining ass voice.


• Lastly....1988 was the BEST YEAR EVER!

Love, Peace and Chicken Grease!