got a light?

saturday, cc and i went to Chicago Rocks, a hip hop showcase of home-grown mcs, (and talent that claims roots in Chicago). I was already in the mood to see some good stuff because i had gone to see cc and her crew dance at a performance earlier that day. Some of the noteables at the second day of the fest were Rhymefest, Naledge, Juice and the one everyone has been buzzing about, Lupe Fiasco (who wasn't on for very long).

there was breaking, paintings and a lot of love for the city--people hollered out for all sides but east, and threw up hands with fingers curled in a 'C.' it was a pretty good show. the only damper, however, was this annoying broad standing directly in front of me. she had long hair pulled into a low ponytail. now, i'm all for low-maintenance hair, but DAMN, if your hair is so dry and prickly that it sticks out farther sideways than longways, you are in need of product! this pissed me off because a) i couldn't see around her lightbrown puffball b) i couldn't move any closer for fear of being scratched c) she pounded about 5 beers and was dancing all offbeat and crazy, so i couldn't concentrate on what i paid to see because i was bobbing and weaving trying to avoid being stabbed.

i don't smoke and this may sound nasty, but that's an instance where i wished lighting up was still allowed inside. one errant glowing red tip and that puffyass bouncing bird's nest would have gone up like a stack of matches.