{we both look mentally challenged and you can see my shoes and his "grill"}
Station's friend was turing the big 24 a few weekends ago and the theme was gangsta. So the night of, I threw on my large phat shirt and {brother}'s shoes, which was an awful idea, and some gold hoop earrings. Once Station finally got to my house, he just walked in and all you could see was his large blonde hair flailing all around his grinning little face. He had gelled his hair to infinity and had on a large blue nike jacket that seemed to be in every household across America during the 90s. We decided to get a nice picture with the undecorated Christmas tree and were off to the party. When we first walked in, it was frightening. All these scary strangers dressed like thugs walking around. I thought to myself that I knew that they probably weren't scary looking in every day clothing, but somehow my psyche decided to believe that these people were going to start a fire and start pounding their chests and poppin' caps in people's faces. However, we down to sit with one of his friends, who was wearing large silver carabiners connected around his neck as his bling bling, another guy was wearing a "stop snitchen" shirt. always nice. We watched the jazz game and randomly there was yelling at commercials. I think dressing in gangsta gear really got to them.
Once Station and I were ready to leave we stood up and the guy next to Station said goodbye and took my hand and then asked if he could kiss it. No. Nope. Give that back please. That was what I was thinking. But I couldn't say anything. He was dressed up like a gangsta. I couldn't speak so I sat there, or stood there, with my hand embraced by his waiting for Station to do something about this gangsta that had a sweaty grip on me. Finally Station stopped talking and began walking. Wait. Wait wait look at me. Look. Luckily he didn't get past me before the guy with my hand asked if I was Station's girlfriend. He said yes(fiance, Station, I am your FIANCE). And then the gangsta asked if he could kiss my hand. Station looked at me. I was hoping that he could see that I was dying inside with all of this stranger's physical touch. Station let the guy know that I didn't want him to and he released his grasp. I was ready to bounce at that point, but the guy then began to say that he is polite like that and always asks if a girl would be okay with a kiss on the hand. Yeah yeah yeah. Let's go please. Slowly we moved from room to room as Station said his goodbyes and I waited patiently while checking my back for the guy to come back with a hope that I would allow him to kiss my hand.
We finally left and stopped by my house so I could change my shoes before we headed over to IHOP in our gangsta clothes. A gaggle of girls talking about their missionaries were staring at Station and his large hair as we chowed down on some food. Once we got up to pay, Station noticed that they didn't charge us for something so he pointed it out and they fixed it, but as they fixed it the manager kept saying how glad he was that Station said something about it. I think that he was also very intimidated by our outfits. So, I guess if you want to surprise an IHOP manager at your great honesty or make me do something out of fear you should dress up as a gangsta.
