Ray to Riches: Volume 11

Happy Holidays my young masters. Every week there’s a new reason to be excited with a new playlist of the hottest, newest, and underrated tracks that have surfaced during the week for your pleasure. As you jam along to the new tunes, if you’re a little more interested in my own (boring) life, then there’s a short story included that covers virtually any topic that reflects what I’m feeling at the time. These could be memories, experiences, feelings, and etc. This is my weekly recap in a nutshell.

1 week. 1 story. 7 days. 7 songs. (This week is dedicated to GOOD Music’s recent destruction…) This is,

Ray to Riches: Volume 11

Date: December 25th, 2015
Topic: Anything can happen at the nightshow

was absolutely plastered Saturday night. Do you ever get so drunk after you’ve went to the bathroom you stare at yourself in the mirror and slowly veer into the mirror until your forehead is fully pressed up against it and then quickly recover in a lousy up right position just to find yourself smiling at yourself innocently? Do you?

It was going to be my first time going to the clubs in Edmonton after taking four months to settle in here. Like my first time going to a music festival (#PEMBY2015), or like buying my first pair of Jordans, I was excited… really excited.

Not to give a bad rep to Cowboys (in Calgary), but it’s seriously the only club I’ve ever been to (and I’ve been there multiple times). I absolutely hated it every single time I went. As someone that’s not big on going out.. This meant big time to me. Simply speaking, I’d rather go vegan than listen to Country music.

I almost felt like I had been preparing all my life for this night. The club (we ended up at) was exclusively geared towards Hip-Hop. This was it. It was time to turn up. All these line dancing Cowboys ain’t got nothing on me when I’m hitting the dab’ over some 6 God tracks.

And then the alcohol hit. It hit me like a brick wall. All of the training… The pre-game turn up… The wishes and desires… All of which ended up projectiling out of my mouth onto a bed of snow. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was destiny.

Whatever the case may be, I can remember ending of the night on a good note falling asleep on my own bed. I have another couple of weeks to gain back the momentum I lost. I may not have pulled through that particular night but mark my words, I will come back for you.

– Raymond

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