I’ve been to a couple of shows this week. It started Thursday, when I dragged Damon along with me to see the Ten Tenors. It looked like a holiday party for the local Senior Citizen’s home. Guaranteed, we were the youngest people there. Go to their site and listen to Bohemian Rhapsody. That was the highlight of the show for me.
Last night, Kelly, Stephanie, Damon and I went to the HOB to see Lyfe, Goapele and Vivian Green. We usually eat at the HOB restaurant before, then go to the show, because if you eat there first you get to go into the venue 15 minutes before doors open - which is usually why we end up practically on the stage. I’ve never had to make reservations before, but this time was different. It was PACKED. We ended up waiting 45 minutes for a table, eating too fast, then standing behind a bunch of tall people with big hair. I hate that shit. Most of ‘em were weaves anyway, I shoulda pulled it off. The show was great, nonetheless. Lyfe’s set was much improved since we saw him with John Legend.
Now you know the fun times don’t start until you’re waiting for you car at the valet stand and the crazies come out. Everybody and they momma valeted their car, so it was taking forever. We’re sitting on the bus bench and this homeless man just starts singing random songs. He had quite a selection, actually… ranging from Brandy to Wu-Tang. After his brief song, he’d say “You gotta dollar, ma’am?” Then he’d sing with his pseudo-Lil’ Kim-jamaican accent “Shake ya laffy taffy, shake ya laffy taffy”. Then he went and got… well… crazy!
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Crazy Guy: (to kelly) Do you have a dollar to spare, ma’am?
Kelly: Yeah, hold on.
Crazy Guy: Actually, I only need $5 to get into my hotel room for the night.
Kelly: ::pulls out five $1 bills:: Here you go.
Crazy Guy: Thanks. SIKE! I’m gonna go smoke some yayo, it’s the shit man it’s the shit!!! You wanna hit? C’mon, let’s go…
::small pause::
Jesus walks! Jesus walk with me… Jesus walks! Jesus Walk with me!
Holly: I don’t think Jesus smoked yayo.
Crazy Guy: Jesus IS YAYO, motherfucker!!! Shake ya laffy taffy, shake ya laffy taffy.
Holly: Booyaka, booyaka!
Damon: Everybody was kung fu fighting
Holly: Huh!
Damon: Them cats was fast as lightening…
Holly: Booyaka, booyaka!
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And that’s pretty much the end of the evening. Big ups to Stephanie, Kelly and Damon for coming out last night! And Damon, thanks again for dinner 
And thanks, crazy homeless guy, for the HOB after party at the bus stop.
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Holly: I don’t think Jesus smoked yayo.
My favorite line.
You know- After you said the line about jesus not being a yayo smoker….his eyes got big—I thought he was gonna try and eat you or something. And why was he wearing 1 shoe? Maybe it was a slipper. I can’t remember because I was laughing too damn hard!
I went to sleep singing that damn laffy taffy song by the way.
Shaka ya laffy taffy, guuuurl!
Man, you forgot I started singing kung fu fighting because he asked if you knew kung fu … and he was insistent that you SHOULD know it … cause he said he wasn’t going to protect you … LOL
that was great!
Thanks for getting me out on a Sunday Hol. I had a great time. Thanks Damon for dinner, it was grit-licious!
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[...] So, if you remember around last week or so, I posted about the crazy homeless guy who provided the “after show” entertainment after the Lyfe concert. He kept singing “Shake ya laffy taffy, shake ya laffy taffy.” Of course, I just thought he was making it up, him being a crazy homeless guy and all. [...]