I slept in for the first time in a long while, partly because I only got 7 hours a sleep a few times this week (*gasp*), but mostly because I was up till 4. Suburban life was set back when I stopped by Fluer de Lys (pronounced The-florida-lee, come to find out. Who knew?), when Rod envited me to the Field Mob CD release party in EastPoint.

My car, which was parked in front of Fire Hydrant outside the restaurant, wouldn't start, so I told him to go get ready why I made the necessary sacrifice to the choke-gods.  While I was prostrate, two girls who were leaving the Healy asked if I needed a jump.  That worked well, so I bought them drinks at Halo. After one round we went our separate ways. I caught up with Rod and we drove down Main street to Eastpoint.

We  passed a cool looking bar called The Break Pad a few times as we were looking for Central Station.  Anyone know anything about the Break Pad?  We eventually found Central Station, which was in a stip mall, the likes of which you would expect to see a DMV in. You know the kind.  The Valet asked if I wanted the car parked in the back lot for twenty dollars or in the front for thirty.  Specifically, in spot closet to the enterance line.   I needn't tell y'all which one I chose. 

I find it curious that I had to go to South West Atlanta to find a  place that charged over 15 bucks for a valet.  

Central station is a huge, single-roof pool and dance hall. Think Dugans, in an old supermarket.    I myself recognized Kujo and Jazze Pha.  Just kidding, but they were there. As were the HighLife Honeys. My half-hearted attempts to secure a picture with them calls in to question my devotion to the blog. There was a rap act on the stage most of the night which could have been Field Mob, or someone else.     The Vip lounge was jam packed.  Rob abandonned me to some Spelman skeezers who tried to get me to buy them all drink, which I would have been happy to do if they would have shut up long enough to tell me what they wanted (!?). I slinked away when some other guy fell into their trap.  Rod was laughing once I found him again. Later another group of women asked me who I a was 'representing'. I told them Western Kansas. I was, after all,  wearing my constantines Tee, my pointy boots, and my GoodLand Kansas belt buckle.

We departed shortly after, grabbing a few Krystals along the way.