and then there was this one time . . .
when my line brothers and i went to South Beach for post-graduation debauchery. not only did all five of us cram into a Chevy Trailblazer and drive 19 hours from Baltimore to Florida, but we also all lodged in the same hotel room.
we essentially drank, smoked, and partied for the entire week. D, one of my line brothers, also brought his camcorder, which led to us freestyling each night in front of the camera. i don't think we got much footage of beautiful Miami -- just slurred speech over beatboxing about the Dominican woman's chest we all admired.
on the final day, we all woke up, hungover, and gorged on food from Miami Subs. one of my line brothers, B, enjoyed the food much more than the rest of us. as he sat in a restaurant booth, one foot inclined, he remarked on the deliciousness of his chicken and cheese sub with each bite. in fact, halfway through the sandwich, he announced loudly, "I want this shit to get bigger as I eat it!"
that night, we went shopping and made our way back to the club strip to buy some alcohol for our last night of pre-gaming. to pad our stomachs, most of us chose to grab a meal from McDonald's. B, however, wanted to further feast on Miami Subs food and stated that he wanted yet another chicken and cheese sandwich. D and i made the run for while the rest of the group circled the block in the truck.
as we approached the restaurant, D and i noticed a pizza box sitting atop a newspaper stand. the top was slightly open and inside was a cheese pizza, probably a few hours old, with one slice missing. staring into the box, D gave me a knowing look and we snatched it up for ourselves.
after about 15 minutes, the truck pulled up across the street from Miami Subs and B's head was poking out of the window like a puppy on the verge of oveheating. we got into the truck, completely silent, and waited for traffic to clear. B gave us a look of confusion and spoke.
"Y'all got my chicken and cheese sub?"
with his eyes fixed on the headrest in front of him, D delivered the news.
"We though you'd like pizza instead. It's a lot more food that the chicken and cheese sub."
i looked out of the window. the truck fell eerily silent.
"Pizza?! I don't want no fuckin' pizza, man, I said a chicken and cheese sub!"
D, still unmoved, sat the box on B's lap, who was now bouncing on the seat in anger.
"Here, man, eat your pizza."
B was now irate, cursing at both of us. screaming at the top of his lungs, he lowered the rear window and tossed the entire box onto the busy street. i looked back and saw slices everywhere -- some being run over by cars, some sliding to a stop on the pavement.
when we'd all laughed our stomachs inside out, D opened his bag and handed B his chicken and cheese sub. we'd gotten one for him after finding the pizza. with a giant smile on his face, i think he ate the sandwich in about 3 minutes.
that night, i also ate a sandwich from Miami Subs -- one that had been sitting in our hotel room since our first trip there that morning. needless to say, i didn't get to party on our last night.
we essentially drank, smoked, and partied for the entire week. D, one of my line brothers, also brought his camcorder, which led to us freestyling each night in front of the camera. i don't think we got much footage of beautiful Miami -- just slurred speech over beatboxing about the Dominican woman's chest we all admired.
on the final day, we all woke up, hungover, and gorged on food from Miami Subs. one of my line brothers, B, enjoyed the food much more than the rest of us. as he sat in a restaurant booth, one foot inclined, he remarked on the deliciousness of his chicken and cheese sub with each bite. in fact, halfway through the sandwich, he announced loudly, "I want this shit to get bigger as I eat it!"
that night, we went shopping and made our way back to the club strip to buy some alcohol for our last night of pre-gaming. to pad our stomachs, most of us chose to grab a meal from McDonald's. B, however, wanted to further feast on Miami Subs food and stated that he wanted yet another chicken and cheese sandwich. D and i made the run for while the rest of the group circled the block in the truck.
as we approached the restaurant, D and i noticed a pizza box sitting atop a newspaper stand. the top was slightly open and inside was a cheese pizza, probably a few hours old, with one slice missing. staring into the box, D gave me a knowing look and we snatched it up for ourselves.
after about 15 minutes, the truck pulled up across the street from Miami Subs and B's head was poking out of the window like a puppy on the verge of oveheating. we got into the truck, completely silent, and waited for traffic to clear. B gave us a look of confusion and spoke.
"Y'all got my chicken and cheese sub?"
with his eyes fixed on the headrest in front of him, D delivered the news.
"We though you'd like pizza instead. It's a lot more food that the chicken and cheese sub."
i looked out of the window. the truck fell eerily silent.
"Pizza?! I don't want no fuckin' pizza, man, I said a chicken and cheese sub!"
D, still unmoved, sat the box on B's lap, who was now bouncing on the seat in anger.
"Here, man, eat your pizza."
B was now irate, cursing at both of us. screaming at the top of his lungs, he lowered the rear window and tossed the entire box onto the busy street. i looked back and saw slices everywhere -- some being run over by cars, some sliding to a stop on the pavement.
when we'd all laughed our stomachs inside out, D opened his bag and handed B his chicken and cheese sub. we'd gotten one for him after finding the pizza. with a giant smile on his face, i think he ate the sandwich in about 3 minutes.
that night, i also ate a sandwich from Miami Subs -- one that had been sitting in our hotel room since our first trip there that morning. needless to say, i didn't get to party on our last night.
posted by m.g. at 8:12 AM
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