Dave Chappelle by C-Baby

The Merekat and I have had plans coming up for about a week now, and she is finally getting to stay in Memphis this weekend. The Merekat is exhausted from driving back and forth and forth and back from one wedding event to another. Merekats love to get down at any kind of wedding function so it’s especially hard for her to say “No,” but this time she didn’t really have a chance since her boss is forcing her to work this Friday.

(I really hope you are narrating that like the voice of Meerkat Manor, which is how I intended it, British and everything.)

Last Tuesday our trivia team, The Bath Assaults, met again for a battle of who knows more bullshit. Maggie Garcia - our fearless leader (but not creator – she’s just really fucking smart), accompanied by her better half – Wheelz, brought up Dave Chappelle and how the was coming to The Orpheum. Anyone who knows me knows that The Chappelle Show was my jam in high school. I hated Lil Jon but I loved Dave Chappelle as Lil Jon. Rick James. I don’t care – I loved him and I needed to see him in real life. Luckily I share this pleasure with Merekat, Maggie Garcia, and Wheelz. We invited Felix for good measure. Just kidding, Felix.

As we laughed at the idea of seeing Dave Chappelle live the next Tuesday, pro-ing and con-ing missing trivia the next week, it slowly drifted from my little noggin. Eight PBR’s later, the night had ended. The Bath Assaults still hadn’t won trivia and I thought we had all forgotten about Dave; I was headed home to pass out and be late for work the next day. I had surely forgotten, but The Merekat and Wheelz had not. The Merekat was sending out mass emails at 10:30 am the next morning.

The email went a little something like this:

Just got our tickets after fighting with a lady on the phone for 27 minutes!!

Dave Chappelle

Tuesday, June 12th

Each of you owes me $57.97.

Thanks!

What came after was a tweet that went a little something like this:

Front row tickets to Dave Chappelle. Who loves me?

I guess we’re going to Dave Chappelle tonight, and we’re sitting in the front row. I rounded it up to $58. Three cents for her troubles.

Chic as fuck,

C-Baby