First I got to give you some background. Around December or so of 2004 the homie Geoff told me to save up some money for the following spring because we were going to Houston again. He told me that his older brother George had a group of friends that picked a city every year and traveled to it and drank and kicked it. So that spring came, and not really knowing what to expect I ended up having a GREAT weekend in Houston and becoming a FAR (Fellas Annual Reunion) Brother.

I was looking forward to this year in Phoenix for many reasons. One is because I was no longer a rookie and didn’t have to make drinks anymore. Another is that these niggas kick it VERY VERY hard. Like they are all older than me, by a few years, but they stay up ALL night drinking, smoking, whatever! I was fully prepared to turn Phoenix out. Plus there was the off chance that I would run into someone who I had chatted/conversed on message boards with for a long time, one of my favorite ladies ever. AND I was hoping for some In-N-Out Burger.

So we embarked on our journey on Thursday morning. As SOON as we hit the airport there was a hailstorm. The superstitious side of me got SUPER nervous at that point, but as it turns out, that was the only thing bad that would happen.

We arrived in Phoenix around 11 or so local time. From the plane it goes a little something like this….mountain…..bush…mountain….shrub…..mountain….dirt….no grass….this is the muthafucking desert!!!…mountain….BOOOOOOM A CITY IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL OF THIS SAND AND ROCK?!!?!

Anyway we got there and Big George and Rob were waiting with the rental cars. We get to the AmeriSuites in Scottsdale (where we spent most of our time) and our rooms weren’t ready so we went to the grocery store and got a bunch (like over 100 bottles/cans) of beer and some chicken and shit for sandwiches and set up the “hospitality room” to hold us over until the liquor got there.

As people arrived we greeted and shit and caught up on old times. The hotel folks set us up with a nice room for the hospitality suite. They even opened up the partition and helped us fill a trashcan with ice for the beer and shit, and left a TV for niggas to watch.

Anyway niggas arrived, food was ate, beer was drank….after awhile A.J. arrived with the liquor and it REALLY popped off….

We rolled out on the town to Majerle’s….as in Dan Majerle’s restuarant/nightclub. It was a good starter move for us. We came up in there with our FAR pins on and made the spot 10 times liver than it was before we came….and we left when it was closing….that’s how we do.

Friday niggas kicked up the drinking into high gear and then rolled out to not one, not two, but THREE places….all of them were live!! Each of the first two spots were hard to leave. But each next spot ended up being worth it.

The first spot was Club Central which was in the city proper. They had two different levels and multiple bars, which is always good. It was like an afterwork spot and there were quite a few women in there. The drinks were 2 for 1 as well. We got the most out of that spot and then headed over to the American Legion Post.

Now this was my first time in one of those, I have to admit, it was just as jumping as the other spot in some ways. Niggas ALSO came up on a chicken wing meal that was off the chain.

Finally we ended up in Club Next (which it turns out was a freaking BLOCK from the hotel) in Scottsdale. In line for Next we saw Baltimore Raven Linebacker/Defensive End Terrell Suggs (dude is huge). As SOON as we got in there there was a fight though. Some CHICK hit a dude upside the head with a bottle or something (you always know the sound of glass shattering on someone’s skull once you hear it one time). The fight actually worked to our advantage because it cleared out the booth that the fighters had for us. After making my obligatory lap around the club and ordering a drink or two, I settled in the booth where we flashed our room key lights and had a good ass time til the club closed down. I’m leaving out some details, but trust, EVERYBODY had a good ass time.

Anyway after some other fun shenanigans, niggas turned in for the night to get 4 hours or so of sleep for Saturday.

Saturday’s daylight hours were mainly for drinking and watching playoff basketball and watching Chris Byrd get DESTROYED by Wladimir Klitchsko.

That night we continued our tour of clubs. We hit up the club next door, E4, which was a multimillion dollar playground for white folks. It was beautiful, but not really our kind of crowd. I managed to get a kamikaze shot out of it though. Then we walked to this club called Myst where we tried to haggle with the bouncer to get in for free to no avail, though I know someone who DID get in for free. It was at that moment that I met the most beautiful woman on the entire world wide web. The one and only “Divine Honey” Natay. She ended up going in there and getting “hella drunk” as we continued our weekend long game of text tag. I ended up settling into this spot Axis/Radius (two clubs connected). It was cool, once again, we stayed until it let out.

Then I ended up talking to Natay again and deciding to meet her and her friend Bri at the Denny’s down Scottsdale Rd. After initially going back and forth the wrong ways, we ended up making it.

The Denny’s was GHEEEEETTTOOOO…we had this gay ass waiter, who served bad milkshakes that flies ended up falling into, but hey, the company was good, even if it was too brief….

Anyway, I headed back after that and went to sleep.

Sunday niggas parted ways….heading to the BUSY ass Phoenix airport where we watched most of the Pistons game. Then we got on the plane and had the BEST seats on that summabitch (thank goodness for A passes and arriving early to the Southwest gate).

But the shenanigans weren’t over quite yet. On the plane, one of the craziest chicks I’ve ever met in life sat between Geoff and I. She apparently knew Geoff and Dave from TSU and Geoff saved her a seat as a result. Man this chick was nuts! From ordering a cranberry juice with no ice and then not drinking it, to her reaction to Geoff’s story about getting his nose bitten off by a tiger that escaped the Detroit Zoo in 1988, this chick was just unbelievable.

All in all though niggas had fun. I’m tired as hell and BROKE as hell as a result, but it was worth it.

And that’s that…..