Lanai’s Diary: 8-21-11- Going out in RL is similar to Going out in SL, except for one thing… Lanai Jarrico Reporting…

Waking up at 11 am this morning, the first thing I said to myself was “OMG, What Happened Last night!?!

 This weekend kicked off fairly normal as I got up nice and early Saturday. I was up before everyone else and woke them all up when I turned on the stereo to some  HIP-HOP on full blast and started cleaned my house to satisfy my mild OCD. It’s a routine that everyone in this house knows, including my little miniature pinscher, ”Hollywood”, and  he still attacks my vacuum like a rabbit raccoon. I don’t get it.

Anyways, with school about to get back in session, I took my kids shopping as my husband went to be a Judge in the 1^st annual Mafia Car Show at the Allentown Fairgrounds. 

 Screens in the Engine? What a lucky Mechanic

Later, our plans were to meet up and flood Maingate’s VIP section with the Car Club and do some chillin until Stevie B arrived to perform, rumor had it, he would be coming up to the VIP section to hang out, so I was pretty excited, since I happen to love old school freestyle Summer Jams.

Anyone that knows me in real life knows I do not drink.  I had my very first can of beer at a family reunion last summer because my cousin Joey dared me. Yes, I did hold my nose and chug it. So disgusting, but I earned my respect that day.

Anyway, so back to last night…  Entering the club with my cousins Ray and Lisette, my man and myself, I felt like I had my own security team and entourage. We headed straight to the outdoor bar where 2 bartenders worked hastily to handle the demand of the crowded misty cabana. I decided what the heck, I’ma have me a drink…

 Like 10 minutes later as I stirred my Kaluah near the bar, I turned around to be greeted by a group of friends that brought along another friend I hadn’t seen in ages. I remember climbing trees with her and stuff.

We played some catch up on life and we all headed to the source of all the noise inside the club area and wow!  I must say, this was one of the most packed clubs I have been to in a long time.

I found me a spot in a little section in front of the Dj Booth and swigged away as I did my lil two step swing. All was well until it got to hot up in there and I felt like I needed a little air.

Escorted by my knight in shining armor, he took me to the VIP Section upstairs. I pulled up a plastic lawn chair near the balcony and watched the party going on below. Everything from the average hood rat to the grown and sexy seemed to be having a fabulous time as we all anticipated the arrival of Stevie B.  Meanwhile, that ONE drink, I had the whole night sucker punched me out of nowhere and that when it was curtains for me. The show was over.

I turned to my man and said, “I’m feeling sick”. Since this is a routine due to my pitiful motion sickness issues at amusement parks or simple rides across town, he grabbed my hand and led me out the entrance and just like a cruel joke the heavens like to play on me…. I let it all out, right at the entrance….

You may be asking yourself, why in the world would I share such a shameful embarrassing scene but hey, what would you have done? Decorate everyone that congregated below the VIP Section?

Needless to say, I did not stick around for Stevie B but I did watch his limo pull up and the crowd go nuts, as I sat on bleechers in the parking lot.  SO, much for VIP and going out in celebrity style, which is the one thing I could do in Second Life, minus the alcohol.

The moral of the story is, Next time I go out, I’m ordering Kool-Aid…