Dre "Feeling buyer's remorse... Damn why did I buy that shirt?" Day
(Joking the shirt is way better)
These are the nike dunk "night owl" sleek in their design are inspired by the show "Twin Peaks", Unfortunately these are set for release in Europe.
Dre "All My Kicks Fly, Like Lou Kang..." Day
The shirt made by Rocawear, it is simple I know, but it speaks volumes. As you can see and read that there are names on the shirt, each name is of a person that has had an impact on society, has everyone from MLK, Sean Bell, Me, and You... Great shirt I tell you.
Dre "Glad he didn't settle on that metallic bubble vest..." Day
Oh yeah, we wish you a Merry Christmas too...
Dre "Passing the torch down like Ali at the Olympics" Day
These are the speakers dude was working with. Now these got some knock he defenitely got some bang for his buck.
THE BEAT MAKING BEGINS
So now on to our project. We start by laying some drums down, next hi hats, then we just kind of work around that, add some chords a little bass in the background. And TADAAA we got our beat.
Yes I did...
10:30pm, Arrival
So after getting ready show up at the spot. I attempted to be fashoinably late but I was too eager get in there and twerk it/get my swerve on (for the old heads).
So when I arrived the party kinda looked like...well...
11:40ish pm, Get this party started...
Finally, the party starts to jump, I dont know if was the bass coming from the speaker but all of a sudden, people started to move. Party started to get live, I was sooo much fun, until these two came along, and worked it on the dancefloor...
They killed...
The party that is...
1:00am Home Time
After that the party pretty much finished up and I headed home, hit the bed and woke up the next day asking myself "was it worth it?"
Answer is, oh yea where else can you see moves like that...
Dre "I Like To Move It, Move It" Day
DRE...
DAY...
So definitely Everyday is Dre Day....
The cool kids are back at it again, this time the kids freestyle for their entire cab ride.
Pure Dopeness
At cornell they have this annual competition, I which only the the best of the best, elite, damn near perfect take part in. In order to compete you must be hand picked by a committee. And afterward once you have given the green light that you will compete, then on goes to the treacherous training, beautifying, waxing, struting, and even the occasional push up.
You do all this to be crowned and dubbed Ivy Man of The Year. Which is kinda of a big deal this means you are the man among boys, everyone else is just a simpleton...
Fortunately one person was called a upon to represent us with dignity ( his identity has been wit held but we will name him GIGGILO), I must say he did a fine job his talent was off the chain by far well above the rest. But unfortunately he was robbed of his crown due to biased panel of judges.
Here is some footage from that fateful night with the young man showing off his talent...
GIGGLO you will always be my Ivy Man...
*Oh yeah that dude yelling GIGGILO thats your boy, haha had to do it he was just too smooth*
Pulling up to the venue...
Now you know your airport is dope when it has a colorful tunnel and a train system in the same building...
Damn... Ithaca isn't even this cold, right now