Miami Nights

Tampa bloody Tampa. I had zero expectations for you. In fact, I was thinking to myself "WTF am I doing driving on a dark back country road to get to Tampa for? Am I insane?" As these thoughts raced through my mind I barreled down the highway at speeds I do not want to remember trying to get to the hotel in time to shower and look pretty for my formal introduction to Kid Sister (Love that woman). Finally the journey came to an end after an arduous 5 hour drive, endless pit stops so the ladies could piss and buy food and for some strange reason trains at every freaking crossing. I never thought seeing the Hilton hotel would be such a welcome sight, a relief beyond orgasmic proportions. So the ladies and I get ready and realize it's already 11:30pm. So what right? It's still early. WRONG!! this isn't Miami, shit here closes at 3am (last call at 2:45am). So with valuable drinking and partying time dwindling we rush out to Ybor City and we encounter the first blight on Tampa.

You thought Miami had weirdos? We have white, black, hispanic crack heads roaming the streets but Tampa has strictly white wackos. See in Miami they ask you for money, booze or cigarettes. In Tampa they ask you random non-sensical questions like "Excuse me sir is my ass on fire?" or "Hey you tall boy stop floating, get of those rocks man!" I shit you not. Ybor must have a asylum nearby. On top of the crazy questions they are disrespectful. On several occasions they tried to touch or did touch the two ladies that accompanied me to Tampa. So next time a bum in Dtown or the Beach asks for some help be grateful you are not in Ybor. 

Anyway to the party itself. Club Czar itself is a nice venue. Looking all decadent from the outside with fancy lettering I couldn't quite read. The moment we arrived we knew the place was packed. Droves of people waited outside on a typical humid night in Florida trying to get in and waiting patiently (unlike Miami) for he line to proceed. The club is separated into a bar area and the well sized main dance room. With a stage, massive bar and some weird looking mural things it looked rather like an abandoned 1940's hotel (no dust or mold though). Pase Rock was getting on the decks when I arrived and proceeded to turn the place upside down as the Tampa kids went wild. One peculiar thing I took immediate notice of was the fact that in Tampa they actually mark the underaged kids with GIANT black Sharpie X's on their hands. Nearly 3/4th of all the scene kids would slit their wrists if this happened in Miami, so sad. As the night progressed Kid Sister made the crowd yelp and holla with her beats and rhymes and Flosstradamus killed it with an amazing set. All in all the Tampa people welcomed the Miami Nights crowd with open arms and smiles. I gotta remember to thank Pauly Crush a thousand times more for the kind hospitality. Enjoy the gallery. Cheers!