Date: February 4th, 2007
Mission: Use VIP status against Pimps N Hoes for 3 hours
Participants: Yes. Against their will I believe.
Party started at 8:30 while guests sat at the dinner table since 6:30 due to Zishan's fight against Asian time. Some would say the meal was great, some would say it is awesome but people were not saying much as they ate their plates so fresh and so clean. The event was simple enough...dinner first and party to be had later into the night. When all of a sudden calls started rolling in onto Irene's cell phone at 9:30pm. The dilemma? Vishan not Zishan had a VIP party reservation and all those who dare to dispute would be slapped with a bottle. Fear not, Aman Khan saved the night by insisting everyone would say Zishan forcing the doorman to believe him and not in science. (yesssssss says storyteller) And right before you could say chop suey...out skips the waiter with this fabulous cake:
Ladies & Gentlemen I introduce you to the prize posession of the evening. Gracefully Zishan takes the candle and "sticks" it in all the correct places. (yesssss says storyteller) Zishan is #1 so his name will be replaced with Nacho. Nachoooooooooo! The guests love it, the chefs want to be bakers and everyone tries to get a piece of ass..i mean cake. Next stop...Mantra on Main St. The night was young and cold. The valet was on the corner. Irene misses the valet as only a great driver can do so she must go around the building to redeem herself and in the process lose all guests who followed her to the club. The Double Doors open and out pops Kelly... a familiar face....wearing blue and grey...elongated and shapedl ike a coke bottle.....oh wait a minute...its Grey Goose! (yesss says the storyteller) Kelly is the mere servant. Bottle poppin, bodies rockin, cameras flashin, music bumpin, from the club to the hotel lobby.... Correction... Abdullah's apartment...( no no no way jose says storyteller) until 6 in da mornin'! Ahhh
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