I guess Queens is running this muthafucka and then Pop goes my heart!

It's almost 1:30am and way past my nerdy bedtime.

Go see Music and Lyrics! Supercute however not the best film. I hate when Drew clenches her teeth together to fake a New York accident but I luv Hugh Grant! To see him thrusting his pelvis, singing corny 80s songs just makes my heart go pitter patter.

Argued with Lex (but it's all good!) in the cab about where to get dropped off and finally agreed to take the car to Houston Street.

As I walk to the train, I spot my cousin's company van JPEG. He's hanging out on the Bowery and convinces me to stay out longer.

I enter the Remote Lounge on 2nd and Bowery.

Doorman: Yo, who you wit?

I tell him.

Doorman: Walk down there, make a right and go downstairs.

In the basement, it hits me, I have just walked into 8 Mile and everyone has on a puffy coat with the fur trim hood except for me.

Did you know that there is a south side and a north side of Queens?

While I wait for my cousin's artist Curse to perform, the hostess Playgirl (transcending all Bronx-Boriqua space and time in sequenced hoodie, tight jeans and pointy lace-up boots) announces that Wyze G is going to take the stage.

Wyze G, like the people's champ that he is, bum-rushes the stage rocking a black sweatjacket with his name emblazoned in gold on both sides of the hood. He is a super-star, playing up to the video cameras pointed so close to his face, spitting rhymes to the few ladies in the audience. He was good.

Then Curse was up.

Representing JPEG hard(!), Curse is a more subduded playa with a good flow. He's not about pomp and circumstance. In "Bring it Back", he stresses that Hip Hop is not dead.

Then I took a cab home and tucked Sax into bed.

Good night!

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