I didn't quite realise that the Australia Day long weekend was, in fact, not a long weekend until I was asked at work if I was taking the Monday off. Yadda, yadda, yadda and I had myself a four-day long weekend. Bonus.
On Australia Day eve, I headed (with my peeps - sister included and yes, she made me write that) to the Espy to see Grandmaster Flash. GRANDMASTER FLASH!!! The excitement had built all weekend, even after I rang the Espy to find out what time Grandmaster F would be taking to the stage and they said 12.30am. (One half of me wanted to scream 'WHAT? That's the NEXT DAY!' while the other half of me thought 'yes, I could sooo handle being nineteen again, easy'.)
Anyway, back to the Espy. In honour of the night, I was wearing my hoop earrings and my arse was doing its best JLo impersonation in my tight jeans. After a few drinks and a LOT of crowd watching, it was time for the festivities to begin. And it was awesome.
He scratched like no one I'd ever heard scratch before. He played old school hip hop, Aussie hip hip, tracks from the west and east coast. We gave California our love,got right, jumped around, gave our love to the people in the front row, our train went off the tracks and we rode with the D-R-E motherfucker!
Yeah, good times.
