So I found the most fun thing to do on 6th street... and it really doesn't involve actually hittin up the bars or quick peepin the artsy cats doin their thing on the sidewalk...
no no...
this is much more fun.
My friend and I were leaving our favorite watering hole last night, when we were pretty much hit with the same idea simultaneously- talk to every single girl we could whilst straight patrollin the massively crowded east side of 6th...
Although we did get just flat-out, cold-busted, shot-down a few times... some floozies were more than willing and almost able to chat--------- and we didn't even have to buy them a drank like T-Pain to get their time, and you know I surely don't have a Caddy (much less a grey one)
Finding a crowd of girls to engage in conversation was easy enough... I will admit that some of them might not have been as cute once removed from the dim lights of the famed strip and before 4 L-I-T's.....and I would say every other group we walked up to didn't hit us with the Shi-nae-nae beat box the second we presented our case...
Havin that wing man is very key, because keeping yourself interesting at 2:30 in the morning to someone who has no idea who you are, is not always the easiest thing. A good wing man though, like my boy DJ Sta (pronounced stay) makes that shit run smooth as eggs. In our one hour window (cause the street really does vacate around 3) we managed to come up with several invites to parties, and about half a dozen phone numbers that may never be called.
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