Hey Scenesters

But years later I’m 29 and I know his connects, his promoters, I’ve dabbled with bouncing/clubing in the club scene I know a dj or two. Promoters blow up my phone to come through on the reg, DC is a small world.Then again I’m all over DC, I’m not regulated to any one set. The point is the real reason why we do this is for more choice and leverage with girls, “Owners Son Game”. It’s a symbiont relationship based on everyone using one another. The chick your with wants to go to get dressed up and go to the hottest night club and the line is around the corner but there’s two people inside sipping on $16 drinks, fuck that noise you know the bouncer, give him the fist pound. It takes forever to get a drink from the coked up bartender with the too big striation marks breast implants, sheiiiiiiit, you or one of your boys banged her back when she was an A cup with a phat ass, give her the head nod she knows what’s up, drinks served. Your girl needs some help making table reservations at wherever for her birthday, you know the promoter and helped him out putting bodies at that lame club opening in SE where the police don’t even bother patrolling, send him a text, your taken care of.

You use that world to your player advantage but you fully understand that you are never really part of that world, not past that night. The only reason your there, the only reason you’re allowed to be included is that the establishment needs your money but doesn’t love you. Like a “horny” stripper on the first and fifteenth. It’s easy to forget this fact and be seduced by the life.

“Yeah girl take that take that”

Now this dude I don’t like that much is damn near close to 34 and he’s still bragging about doing the same shit he’s been doing since I got out of college. It would be like me bragging about the turtle I smashed at the Thursday night late night party at the Sig Ep house at 30. Because of his “extracurricular” activities he’s had some health issues needing corrective surgery. On his Facebook page there’s pictures of him wearing the same clothes from stores I’ve decided to ban from my wardrobe because I’m almost 30 and feel a little too grown, on the scene of EVERY club scene, Monday through Sunday.

But here’s the ultimate that gets me, these dudes think they’re rock stars because they were in the same building as a rock star or celebrity. Essentially turning into certified dick riders. I had to listen to this guy today talk about how awesome it was to party with David Guetta on Tuesday night at Fur. Now did he speak with, drink with double team with David Guetta? Um Nope! He bought a table that was in the same “VIP section” as David Guetta, and by the way David Guetta blows. Same dude loves to talk about chilling with Tiesto, bitch please! If you don’t have said celebrities phone number on speed dial you guys aren’t chill, and having the same coke supplier on speed dial doesn’t count! The only reason you’re there is because they have groupies but those groupies are their to fuck said rock star/ world famous DJ. You’re just hoping they’re too drunk and have dropped enough X pills not to notice you’re not said celebrity. But some how these guys actually think that the girls at their table are really there to hangout with them.

I could go on ragging on this guy but honestly I feel bad for him and use him as a reminder of what can happen when you get sucked into a comfort zone. This town more than other is built on connections, net working, and social climbing. Nothing wrong with that. But never forget that those connects should be beneficial both ways. If you have to buy a table every time you go to the club, if you have to roll up to a club on a Tuesday to be scene with some B list DJ, if all your pictures on Facebook have some promotion companies water mark on the bottom of the pic AND YOUR OVER 30…. you just might be a scenester.

Like a wise man once said