Yesterday I went to a barbeque with wifey, my son, and her family upstate New York. It was cool. We chilled and there was a small park nearby that we took the baby to ride on the swings and go down the slide for the first time(by the way he turned 6 months the day the mixtape dropped). We ate, chilled, got a few drinks in my system if you know what I mean and I was feeling good last night. Problem is with some of my hispanic roots we do not know how to have a good time keeping it down. We took my son to one of the bedrooms as it approached night because we knew he was extremely tired and it was past his usual sleep time, but he could not knock out because he wanted to be nosey and find out what was going on outside with all that noise. . . Damn loud hispanics! lol. Nah, but he eventually fell out anyway and we were good as the party started to wind down.(o yea the baby helped us drive there. - joking. Just a funny pic we took in the car)
Adding on to the night, since I went with my hair curly down yesterday multiple drunken people at the gathering kept calling me "Elvis Crespo" who is a well-known Latin singer. Check out this song from him, and look at the pic - tell me if I look like him with my hair down. Cuz I think I look nothing like him. He's a great singer, but I am a completely different breed.
-All is Love
-Feel-X
