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“font-size: 9.0pt; font-family: Verdana;”>Clearly the every questionable club frock was sold out from your local Men Alive and Dot outlets in preparation for R&B’s resident mulatto Miguel’s set at the Imperial Palace Monday night. I must say that one could clearly get lost in what I affectionately call, “Funhouse of the Hood” as it seemed to be full of secret rooms and drop doors. Once I went through several hallways and passages, I arrived at the room designated for the high cheek boned crooner. If it wasn’t the speakers that nearly disintegrated my eardrums, it was the flashin’ lights that nearly sent me into grand mal seizure. As I looked around, it was obviously shirt and panty set night as many ladies traipsed in all their St. Louis Avenue glory. And I can’t forget the lovely “lets-wear-tired-matching-Aéropostale-shirts” couple. It’s kind of funny how the holiday tends to spew out the most dreadful of outfit choices…especially the one broad that was doin’ her best Pam Grier in fishnet panties. For some reason, she could keep her hips still as she threatened to topple over several times. Perhaps the mile high wedges she chose to adorn weren’t the best choice to catch life. While many decided to twerk their shapes in anticipation as the bubble-gum blowing thug guild cruised the room, my aggravation grew. Having arrived at eleven-thirty hopin’ for it to start soon after, I was forced to sit for an excruciating hour. As select dust mites began to crip-walk to
“mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;”>Kelly Rowland’s “Motivation,” I noticed a domestic dispute threatenin’ to erupt in a dark corner. Based on all the finger-pointin’, I feared a swift and hard slap would soon ensue. Once I realized the coast was clear, an Electric Slide spin-off formed. Two hours later, Miguel and his two piece band of guitar players emerged. His color-changing glow stick microphone stand shined brightly as he stood in skinny jeans that were duct taped around his kneecaps, a black tank over a black t-shirt, and a haircut that seemed to go deep in the MC Hammer archives for inspiration. As he danced in unison with a guitarist to such selections like “Pay Me,” “All I want is You,” and “Sure Thing,” it is was pretty close to two in the morning. After seeing him skip and soft robot all over the stage all the while dishing up
“mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;”>Slim “mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;”>112/Mario Winans my eyes became heavy. Needless to say, I booked it.