I love watching live hip-hop, especially when it's outside on the street. That's 'cuz it's made of raw emotion and usually implies the presence of breakdancers on cardboard. Despite the frigid weather, the plan is to be there tomorrow afternoon. Yesssss. Time to break out my special hip-hop sneakers!
After that, we're coming back to my apartment to change and add some weave to our locks. I've got dibs on the long Hispanic ringlets; Dana will be sporting the blonde whispy one. I might even convince her that we ought to bring our sunglasses to the club, and surely we will wear big earrings and heels. If our friend Heather doesn't recognize us when we arrive, then nobody will! :-)
