My dude Anthony (we call him Ant or Ant-Beezee) turned 39 so he and his wifey Arlene had a party Saturday nite.
Ant can kick it. While we've all slowed a bit as we've gotten older, the dude still knows how to have a good time.
There were lots of friends and family. Tons of food. Tons of booze.
We spent 30 minutes talking about Suge Knight and Death Row Records. That when hip-hop meant something, man!
We were in the backyard, underneath the stars, dancing to Ice Cube's "You Know How We Do It" and some old skool Eazy-E (NWA's "Boyz-N-The- Hood").
By the end of the nite, I was wearing my date's brown belt. And I spit food on her. Accidentally, of course. Or food may have just dribbled out of my mouf onto her. I'm not sure. The matter is still under investigation.
It was a freaking blast.
As we get older and live our lives (he's got a family going and geographically we're like 2+ hours away), we see less and less of each other.
But when we get the chance to hang, I always enjoy my time with Ant-Beezee. <3
And here are a couple random Snapchats from my time in Newark, California, and my weekend in general.