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Yomama

My band was going up in one of those glass elevators in an uber-fancy hotel downtown. The kind of elevator that overlooks downtown. It was 2am, we had just finished playing a show and we were going to the roof where the pool is to do an interview for a local paper. We were loaded and stumbling around but since it was The Republic of Texas Biker Rally Weekend nobody said anything to us. An older woman, short, white, 40ish seemingly sober, got on the elevator with us. She was decked out in all kinds of Hilary Clinton paraphernalia. One of us asked her casually why she thought Hilary didn�t win the nomination. She replied �Yo Mama�. None of us quiet caught the �Obama� pun and the conversation lagged for barely a moment before she said it again; �Yo Mama�, looked around at us drunken coked-out psychedelicized beardos and started chanting �Yo Mama, Yo Mama, Yo Mama� lifted up her shirt and flashed us her tits, turned around and flashed her tits to the city, pulled down her pants and mooned us, turned around, mooned the city then got off on the 20th floor, all the while chanting �Yo Mama�. We got to the top floor and another female Hilary booster was all but passed out drunk in a chair in the hallway. We asked if she was alright and she told us that the pool was locked and all she wanted to do was go to the sauna and all that was open was the exercise room. We tried to pick the lock to no avail. As we left the hotel, the sound of a thousand motorcycles driving away.

3:26 a.m. - 2008-06-08

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