Last Saturday night, I headed to Downtown Orlando’s The Beacham.
Mostly African-Americans patronize The Beacham on Saturdays. Being black myself, I owned no problems with that. Yet, get this: the DJ was a white guy.
The age thing was a different story. Being someone over forty, I was hoping I didn’t stand out too much among the crowd of mostly twenty-somethings. I just wanted to blend in and be left alone.
As the DJ played on the stage, a female hyped the crowd on the mic. Two female dancers were onstage also.
As I observed the young ladies, I kept thinking about the sexist lyrics of 2 Chainz’s “Birthday Song”.
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho.
Plenty of 2 Chainz’s birthday women were in the place. Well, I wouldn’t actually call some woman I don’t know a ho. Yet, the big booty was definitely present.
Sometime during the night, a young white girl accidentally bumped into my foot. She looked around 21, wore a black dress and was with another white female.
When I looked her in the eye, the young white girl winked at me. It might’ve been just a friendly wink. Yet, I could not get over this fact. Out of all the women on this predominately black night, a white girl young enough to be my daughter is the one who winks at me. Sometimes, I think nobody but me runs into these kinds of ironic situations. Still, like I mentioned before, that might have been just a friendly wink, and nothing else.
When I DJ, I play the whole song. Yet, a popular trend is playing only parts of the song and move on. When I first witnessed DJs doing that, I found it annoying. I’m more tolerant towards it now.
Tonight, the kids didn’t seem to mind the trend.
As I love most current hip-hop, there was one song I definitely didn’t want to hear tonight, that damned Trinidad James song.
Gold all in my chain/ Gold all in my ring/ Gold all in my watch…
I don’t know. True enough, the song is addictive. You can’t stop thinking about it. Yet, when will hip-hop get tired of bling-bling lyrics?
For most of the time, I enjoyed myself. I left before the place closed. Yet, I could see my forty-something self coming back. By the way, I wasn’t the only old school dude there that night.
For a good time and seeing 2 Chainz’s birthday women, I would recommend going to The Beacham on a Saturday night.
Alright, i’ll Ask… Could an “approaching middle thirties” Caucasian gentleman enjoy this evening?
LOL! Yes, I don’t see a problem with that.