Deconstructionalist Literary Diarrhea

I’m actually sitting down, in a quiet environment and have enough focus to finally write this damn thing.  Oh blog, how I love thee. I’d count the ways, but I can’t keep up with myself anymore, so I don’t have time to.  Or I could just be lazy, either or, I’m doing it and that’s what matters.

2009 has undoubtedly been insanely eventful.  From my trip to the motherland, to being back on the grind at school, wheelin’ and dealin’ at 944 and stealing kid’s milk money, I’ve been consisntenly going and going and going. Last month I was fortunate enough to be invited by my homie JD Webb and IMG to join them at NBA All Star Weekend, who was playing three of the four nights of the official NBA All Star party thrown by 944.  The opportunity to bust out Almost Famous status in a winnebago and being shacked up at an awesome house all while hanging out with some awesome people…why would I ever pass that up?

So I went on a journey back to Arizona, the place I swore I’d never visit again. Its not hat I hate Arizonians, I just hate the desert. I love Vegas, but lets face it, what I do and see in Vegas have air conditioning, bright lights, big buildings, lots of alcohol, buffets and decisions that definitely can only be done in Vegas. Hence, that kind of desert is tolerable. But the Arizona I know has tumbleweeds, tweakers and umm dirt.

But I went anyway and I LOVED it. This time, we stayed in Scottsdale and partying hard from Thursday to Sunday definitely made its mark.

Thursday- Got to the W Hotel at 3 p.m., got ready there, ran into Carl, watched J.D. perform, got my drink on, met Barron Davis, got more drinks on, went with the band back to the house, got lost, found the house at 3 a.m., sleep.

Friday- Woke up at 6 a.m. from the most hilarious bbm ever, stepped outside to take the call, didn’t know where exactly I was, but it overlooked a golf course, went back to sleep, woke up at noon, bbq’d, showered, got ready, packed my shit, went to the W, helped Carly with the media check-in, checked people in, watched J.D. perform, drank, watched Fabolous perform, drank more, saw T.I. and entourage, Akon, bumped into Cedric the Entertainer, met Trevor Ariza, drank, went up to Scott’s, waited for room service for forever, found out the gas broke and they shut the hotel down for security, left and went to Carl’s, knocked out.

Saturday- Woke up, watched “I’m On a Boat” and “Its So Cold in the D” on youtube, went to the studio with Carl and Carly to splice some footage, got dropped off at the PHX airport to meet with MIA Tracey, Tracey wasn’t there, SW said she took a later flight, took a shuttle and the Light Rail to Tempe, ate sushi, walked to Mill Street, tried shopping, got a latte, took the light rail back to PHX airport, picked up Tracey, cabbed it back to Scottsdale, got ready, went to the W, drank, drank more, front view of Common performing, danced..a lot, craved SOnics, took a limo trying to get there, problems with limo driver, got in a fight, called the police, finally came to SOnics, filed a report, cabbed it back, got in a fight and went to sleep.

Sunday- Woke up in a bad mood, got dressed, woke Tracey up, went to the W to get my sweater, went to Pink Taco, problem solved, went back to the W, bought $12 cigs, went to the pool deck, three mojitos down, one mystery shot and lots of conversation, went back to the room, got ready, Chrissy came, went to the W, waited, waited, ran into Kory, went to the pool deck again, drank, drank some more, saw Talib Kweli front row, went to the VIP section, sat in Suge Knight’s table, drank more, choked from all the hot boxing, met Suge, tried to leave, hotel lockdown, ran into Akon and entourage, went back to the room, passed out with a piece of pizza right by me.

Monday- Woke up at 6 a.m., said bye to Tracey and Chrissy, tried going back to sleep, couldn’t sleep, felt like shit, wanted to die a little bit, got dressed, go tmy shit together, booked a flight for the 12:30 p.m. flight from PHX to BUR from my blackberry, walked back to the W, got my sleeping bag and pillow, cabbed it back to Carl’s, called the taxi back after an hour, said bye to Carl, went inside the cab, went to the infamous Sonics, ordered a sonic burger with mustard and taters with a coke, went to the PHX airport, checked in, went through security check wearing two diff socks, remembered last night and couldn’t believe it, still felt like shit, boarded teh plane, flew away, lots of turbulence, felt even sicker, arrived in Burbank rained out, waited a whiel for my luggage, Dan picked me up and proceeded to smoke then sleep.

After that, I became the most sick I’ve been in like, two years. But shit — it was worth it.