In case you were wondering...yes, fools got SERVED!

After a week of planning me and my girls went to The Warriors themed Halloween party as a bad ass girl gang, we were called "Straight Street"...and we were straight ill son!

Okay, let me back up...

On Saturday night there was an amazing Halloween party at Supreme Trading in the 'burg based on the film The Warriors. That alone, is just rad. What you had to do was come to the party with your people as some kind of gang, they take your picture, they project it on the wall, you tear shit up, it's as easy as that.

I had pre-game cocktails at my casa with Latasha, Nicole and Adrienne, who came into my party like a bat out of hell proclaiming, "YOU GOT SERVED"...and yes we were served, she looked fierce as hell. Fuck we all were tight. We were supposed to work out some 'graphy before we left so that we could battle dance punks at the party but shit, sometimes it's better to just freestyle...keeps you humble and in the game.

When we got to the joint it was pretty empty but it was open bar from 10-11 so all was not lost. Mad props to the group that came in before us as "The Giorgio Mauraders"...that would be a group of men and women dressed as Donna Summer's 1970's producer. That is a fierce, that is fabulous and that is just too damn much. When we got inside we challenged them to an informal battle but alas, it did not materialize, but it would have been awesome. I was impressed by the thought process of those jokers.

After being there for about an hour we met up with Yanna and her ladies...this completed our gang. We were 7 deep and ready to do damage. Like earlier mentioned our name was "Straight Street" and we got our inspiration from street gangs of the late 70's/early 80's...we pretty much were taking The Warriors to heart. Our unifying elements were:

Rolled up jeans
Tank
Fishnets
Pumps
Bling (I had a HUGE number #1 and Jesus on a cross...cause I'm gangsta like that)
White bandana hanging out of the back left pocket...for our "dead homies"

Optional:
Hat
Cut-off lace gloves

Special Flare on my end:
Two "teardrops" to represent the suckas I had "to kill" to get into the gang

Now the white bandana was the most important thing...let me tell you why. Our gang was all about the battle dance...I mean, why else would you be in a gang? So when we would decide to"challenge" one of the other gangs one of us would have to take the bandana out and throw it to the ground all "crazy eyed killa" like. I have to say NicFit (that would be Nicole) was all sorts of down with challenging ANYONE...of course she would push me out to start dancing after she started the shit...but I ain't mad, I got the skillz!

Let me just say this, I could write for days about what went down but I'm just going give you a highlight reel:

*The first battle happened after our first cocktail. Saw some ninja themed team and we knew it had to be on. NicFit rolled up to one dude and my man tore some shit up. When he began to lock and pop we knew it was on and we had to make it count. I won't get into the logistics of the throwdown but there was mad respect on both sides.

*Our first picture in front of the Warriors sign was HOT! We posed, we preened, we personified the evening. Not being arrogant just telling the truth. They projected ALL the gangs in another room and I have to say we were rad. I mean the gang that came as the Muppets were just hollarific...I mean, just IT, but we were a GANG. What you know about that? LOYALTY!

*There were not one but TWO tennis team gangs. The first ones were just fantastic and the "head" gentleman (who I developed an crush on instantly) kept doing high kicks and screaming "YEAH!" whenever we saw them. He was cool enough to come up to our gang, give props and ask for a truce immediatly. Yeah, that is some "Stop the Violence" East Coast/West Coast shit right there. Word. Oh, and he had a headband on, tight little shorts and a little 70's porn stache. I like that.

*Some joker just was screaming to be challenged so we did it. He danced, I danced back. I told him he looked like he was having a seizure, he said my face looked like it was having a seizure. At that point all 7 of us got in a circle and battle danced around him into submission. The bitch busted out the circle like his life depended on it. At that point the only thing that could and should have been said was said..."YOU GOT SERVED!" Fools recognized and were scurred.

*We were dancing up a damn storm, I would say from 11 on but when Afrika Bambaataa came on it.was.so.over. First off the main dance room has no vendilation and was a fucking sweatbox but I was willing to meet my maker. My man played some klassics...yes, that is with a k...that took us all to church. One of the more pleasant surprises was Ciara's "Goodies". Ohmigod that is my JAM! We were doing the booty clap like we had to make the rent. And don't even get me started on how we took it to left to the right to the front to the back when a sick mix of "Milkshake" came one. And yes, my milkshake does bring the boys the the yard and it is better than yours. In case you were wondering. Yanna, that doesn't mean you gurl. You raised my game out there honeychile!

Around 2:48 AM (really 3:48 AM before that sneaky daylight savings thang happened) myself and Yanna and her girls had to split cause our dogs were hurting and we didn't want to hurt anymore feelings. (Adrienne bailed on the gang earlier to hit a few more parties...traitor! People get beat out of gangs for this shit, but I love that bitch. Latasha was bout to hyperventilate at one point so she had to go home. And NicFit...shit, we lost her, I think she was battling someone, somewhere.) In summation...best fucking party ever! (Aside from my 29th at 151...that was the jam!) We came, we battled, we looked good. I mean is that not the essense of life right there?

The answer is yes. The warriors definately came out and plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayed!