Trap Karaoke and the Never-Ending Birthday Month
I don't know about y'all but I know too many September babies. It went from maybe 2 people a few years ago to like at least 5 possible in-person commitments.
But birthdays weren't the only things to celebrate in September. Trap Karaoke finally made it to South Florida. When I tell you seeing that Ft. Lauderdale stop after I missed the Miami stop was such a blessing.
I have never been to a blacker, more energetic, fun-filled, actively positive vibes, event in my life. And I grew up in Jamaica. From the line in I could tell it was about to be a good night.
So here's the thing, I ain't really been 'out' at an event in a hot while especially after two separate and emotionally draining anxiety attacks in public, working events on the side don't count. Also, a new job and bedtime hours mean I don't do much but go to work, stay home and maybe see one and two folks here and there. So I was a lil bit anxious about going to an event such as Trap Karaoke.
Like a lot of things in my life, I ended up at this event alone. Because I am of the firm belief just because my people can't make it don't mean I gotta miss it. Has this gotten me in trouble, yes (see previously mentioned public ass anxiety attack), but I've had some splendid and magnificent nights out because of this. Trap Karaoke is one of those nights.
The positive vibes were established in the house rules the host set out. From no booing to telling folks to take their time with the drinks, to asking the men to respect both women and LGBTQ folks. We all came out for a good ass night so let's make sure EVERYONE in the room has one. Off rip, I was down for it all.
From you entered the DJ was spinning the beats and the hits. Eventually, they started getting us gassed for the night by dropping universal sing-alongs. Then the brave souls began popping up on the stage to hit us with their best, tipsiest renditions of trap or straight-up black classics. The first three wildcards basically hit us with all your favorite theme songs: The Proud Family, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and my ALL-TIME favourite All That.
From there, our poorly dressed but hype ass host (I'm still salty that man was up on that stage in basketball shorts, I understand comfort but gahdamn) explained that there were three rounds and they'd pick names from the list of folks who signed up and a couple wildcards at the end of each round. I ain't know what to expect after he said that but I was up for the ride. And what a wild ride it was. The couples who performed went up there and showed TF out, they had their words and were quite lit. You had your City Girls duos that popped up and popped off.
Many of the songs people performed I ain't know because my momma said no to certain genres and my momma scares me sometimes, especially in my youth. But the ones I knew that they would play in between rounds, I sang my lil tender voice out. I was booty shaking and singing all night long. And then they took our tipsy behinds to church. And when I tell you all pressures, all my anxiety went out the door. Being in a room full of tipsy/drunk folks belting out gospel tunes at the top of our lungs was something I didn't know I needed in my life. But I need it to happen again.
By the end of the night and shimmied, twerked, sang the wrong lyrics at the top of my lungs, fake pop lock and drop it, and videoed and one of the greatest karaoke sessions of my life. I'm probably missing mad information, but this honestly something you have to experience for yourself. Trap Karaoke don't owe me nothing in this life and I feel so blessed that I made the effort to go out, even if it was by myself. It was still the most fun I'd had all year.
But birthdays weren't the only things to celebrate in September. Trap Karaoke finally made it to South Florida. When I tell you seeing that Ft. Lauderdale stop after I missed the Miami stop was such a blessing.I have never been to a blacker, more energetic, fun-filled, actively positive vibes, event in my life. And I grew up in Jamaica. From the line in I could tell it was about to be a good night.
So here's the thing, I ain't really been 'out' at an event in a hot while especially after two separate and emotionally draining anxiety attacks in public, working events on the side don't count. Also, a new job and bedtime hours mean I don't do much but go to work, stay home and maybe see one and two folks here and there. So I was a lil bit anxious about going to an event such as Trap Karaoke.
Like a lot of things in my life, I ended up at this event alone. Because I am of the firm belief just because my people can't make it don't mean I gotta miss it. Has this gotten me in trouble, yes (see previously mentioned public ass anxiety attack), but I've had some splendid and magnificent nights out because of this. Trap Karaoke is one of those nights.
The positive vibes were established in the house rules the host set out. From no booing to telling folks to take their time with the drinks, to asking the men to respect both women and LGBTQ folks. We all came out for a good ass night so let's make sure EVERYONE in the room has one. Off rip, I was down for it all.
From there, our poorly dressed but hype ass host (I'm still salty that man was up on that stage in basketball shorts, I understand comfort but gahdamn) explained that there were three rounds and they'd pick names from the list of folks who signed up and a couple wildcards at the end of each round. I ain't know what to expect after he said that but I was up for the ride. And what a wild ride it was. The couples who performed went up there and showed TF out, they had their words and were quite lit. You had your City Girls duos that popped up and popped off.
Many of the songs people performed I ain't know because my momma said no to certain genres and my momma scares me sometimes, especially in my youth. But the ones I knew that they would play in between rounds, I sang my lil tender voice out. I was booty shaking and singing all night long. And then they took our tipsy behinds to church. And when I tell you all pressures, all my anxiety went out the door. Being in a room full of tipsy/drunk folks belting out gospel tunes at the top of our lungs was something I didn't know I needed in my life. But I need it to happen again.
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