My JoUrNaL
Our adventure begins high aloft the third floor of the Willow Grove Mall's spacious interior. K-Dawg and I were a bit hungry so we were on our way to Wendy's. "It's our mayor!" she exclaims in sheer delight. "So it is," I say, unaffected,"I hate that man." We got our treats from Big Wendy herself and sat down, munching hungrily. Next thing I know, a black hand is extended to give me a pounds. I graciously accept. "My name is John Street," he tells us kindly. No shit. "I'm Kristin," K-Dawg resumes,"And this is Mandi." He is very happy to make our acquaintence. Or so he says. He then inquires about our musical interests. "What's your favorite rap group?" he wonders. "Well, John," I say comfortably. "Please, call me Road-Dogg,"he says."No one else does,"he mutters under his breath. I got it: Road,Street..bad joke. "We enjoy 2Live Krew and Milli Vanilli," I finish. "Fo realz?" he says,"I'm down wit da Wu personally." OK, so maybe he WAS the man, I began to think. We kicked it for a while, but he then told us he'd have to soon depart. "Leaving us in the lurch, Johnny?" Kris asked. "Well now," John replied with care,"I'm thinkin of hostin a slammin rave down at City Hall this weekend and I'd just be terribly honored if you could attend!" This WAS some exciting stuff! He left us with a handshake, pulling us in for a hug and added,"I'll page you later! Catcha on the flip side!" So me and Kristin spent the rest of the night lookin for Ghet-toe apparel so we could 'tear that shit up'. We also reluctantly got hit on by the black lady who worked at the Candy Shoppe. Hey, anything forsome free rock candy! When the day finally came, we got there extra early but the lines had already started to form. To our extreme delight, we found that Road-Dogg had put us on the V.I.P. list. We were quickly let in and escorted to the dance floor leaving many envious crowds behind. We partied all night and did the "Street" dance. Krist and I even sang the guest of honor a tune we made up to Janet Jackson's "Doesn't Really Matter." All that mattered to us was that John loved us. Several hours (days) later, it was time to say good night. Road-Dogg told us he'd page us later and we'd all chill down South Street. I thank God we met this Herculean man. He is a good friend to us indeed.