As a die-hard Vanderpump follower since the it’s-my-birthday-Stassi periods, the very first thing I did after used to identify my family was taking a journey to California was get on my phone and secure a reservation for dinner at SUR. Specifically, I reserved dinner for the night of May 16 th, a Tuesday night aka #SeeYouNextTuesday night. Now, some people may think it’s sad that the matter is dinner was what I was looking forward to the most out of all of our fam plans for our first journey to Cali. But sadly for those people, they clearly have never experienced current realities Tv gold that is Vanderpump Rules . Like, sure I was looking forward to hiking Runyon Canyon and reading the LA Dodgers play, but nothing could even begin to compare to my degree of hullabaloo and prospect of a Tuesday night at SUR.
I entail, at one point my dad had proposed we move the dinner to a different nighttime, one that would better fit into our vacation schedule so we would have time to visit Malibu. But, I immediately shut him down. Sure, it necessitated my entire family missed discovering Malibu which, in hindsight, given the recent devastating flamings there, probs would have been great to check.( Sorry, fam .) But I don’t regret my decision. Why? Because last-place night, as I sat in pure bliss watching the season seven premiere of Vanderpump Rules , I realized that the whole f* cking chapter revolved around See You Next Tuesday, but not only any, the See You Next Tuesday THAT I WAS AT. Buckle your seatbelts Vanderbetches, because I have a first-person account of exactly how DJ James Kennedy’s insensitive freestyle rap is down. Because ladies and gentlemen, it seems this season’s feuds is finally not about the pasta.
Starting With Dinner…
After having an absolutely delicious dinner, the night’s drama-causing occurrences began. (@ Everyonewhosaysthefoodsucks my whole fam enjoyed their dinners , not only me. And, considering I dragged my whole fam here for the overpriced dinner, I was delighted that everyone actually did enjoy it. Oh, and P.S. the goat cheese projectiles really are as f* cking amazing as everyone says .) Now, I already know your next question…who was your server? Was it Katie? Scheana? Brittany? None of the above. Sadly, we did not have a reality superstar server. But that’s not to say that our server wasn’t emphatically are seeking to get on the testify, made he was an LA pretty son who sucked at his simple job of refilling my water glass. He was sweet, though. Hey, maybe look out for Colin on season eight!( Was that his call? I don’t remember .)
Back to what you came here for. As I took the last gnaw of my unbelievable seafood pasta( pasta, lol) I practically choked on a piece of shrimp when I ascertained THE DJ James Kennedy come strutting through the front entrance, complete with DJ equipment in hand. My mothers were definitely questioning my sanity and overall personal values as I sat the rest of dinner sway with pure excitement in anticipation of seeing the White Kanye perform before my very own eyes.
See You Next Tuesday Begins…
Right around 9pm or so, the sweet unoriginal vanquishes of James Kennedy graced my ears and everything was right in the world. My sister and I mashed our course into a prime place next to the DJ booth, where I could reach out and touch James Kennedy , not to mention get some burn Insta tales of the artist at work. Note: the “dance floor” and space where his booth is set up, is in a corner with very limited room. Ideal for get up close and personal, but not ideal for eschewing having my drinking knocked out of my hand by some thirsty thot who had maybe seen three episodes yet was claiming to be a” mega follower .” Uhm, excuse me b* tch, but “mega fans” don’t get a pic with James and then only jump. True “mega fans ,” such as myself, stay and substantiate White Kanye in his artistic struggles, even after getting that like-worthy pic.
Besides James, there weren’t any main casting members there that night( or so I thought .) My true-blue nightmare would have been to meet Queen Stassi who I’ve been obsessed with for years. But truthfully, at this point I was just beyond content with having encountered the legend that is DJ James Kennedy. Everyone says I’ve never gazed happier than in this pic, and candidly they’re not wrong.
Ariana’s brother was behind the booth with James for a little, but this was of little interest to me. Likewise notable, Billie Lee was there and acting extra. She was walking around the See You Next Tuesday scene with her hood up to suggest that she didn’t want to be recognized…yet was hanging around the exact area where all the devotees were. Relax, Billie Lee, it’s not that serious.
Anyway, my sis and I downed the amazing cucumber cocktails( that we still talk about to this day) as we danced the darknes away to the defeats of DJ James Kennedy. I must say, before we get into the DIRT of this story, James Kennedy was astonishing. As a DJ, he was good, although is in accordance with my college-aged friend he sucked, so perhaps I was just blinded by my enjoy for VPR . But DJ James Kennedy was amazing in the fact that he was truly having fun and didn’t at all behave above any of it. He was more than happy to take pics( and shots, isn’t he not supposed to be boozing ???) with everyone and anyone, and even played to my Insta vids. He was so merriment, so down, and given that my entire vacation surrounded this night, I highly appreciated it.
~ The Drama~
With an hour or so left in the night, I went back up to the bar to get another one of those delicious $ 20 cucumber sips and altogether “ve lost the” sh* t when I ascertained Scheana saunter behind the bar. Slightly drunk, and too stimulated, I furiously rippled at her like a stupid f* cking loser. Like wtf ??? I don’t even really like Scheana, why did I do that? She half smiled and waved back. It was v awk. As I turned away sheepishly to go report my encounter to my sister, I practically ran into Brittany and just about had another fangirl heart attack minute. Overwhelmed with feeling, I attained the swift decision to just ask Brittany for a pic because, between Brittany and Scheana, it was a no-brainer. Sorry, Scheana, perhaps you should have been a little more receptive to my overly enthusiastic wave.
Brittany was beyond nice, substantiating everything everyone on the cast says about her. Not to mention was super cute and had an amazing and fit bod, further substantiating that the camera really does add ten pounds. We got our pic together, and then I gushed to her about how beautiful she was because there was really no retrieving my cool at this degree. I’m a true fangirl, might as well embrace it. She graciously thanked me and even told me how beautiful I was too. Like, she probs said today back to everyone but I didn’t f* cking care. Could life get any better ??? Could it ??? COULD IT ?!?!?
Oh, it could. Somewhere between a few more cucumber cocktails, Scheana’s at the DJ booth, legit on James Kennedy’s shoulders, as James is detonation” Good as Gold .” Gawd, what an frightful f* cking song. But like, in the spirit of my Vanderpump night, Scheana singing and dancing to her own song thrilled me nonetheless. And, like, the song’s actually fairly catchy, I’ll devote it that.
Then, it happened. The infamous freestyle rap see round the world.
My sister and I were right against the DJ booth when DJ James Kennedy began his “creative expression” freestyle that ignited the conflict that served as the subject for this season’s premiere episode. As he confidently uttered the words, “remember the time Jax f* cked Faith” the crowd travelled wild and Brittany, who had been practically standing right next to me prior, faded into thin breath. According to last-place night’s episode, she apparently left bawl. My sister, who had maybe seen one chapter in their own lives, asked what had happened and I explained to her the entire story of Jax f* cking Faith on top of an older lady( or something like that ). As evidenced in the following video, James clearly thought he was being funny and standing up for Scheana, who had been get a lot of sh* t for her behavior during season six, by directing the abhor back towards Jax who has consistently proves himself to be a scumbag. You can tell on Scheana’s face that she was in scandalize over what James had just said but like , not enough surprise to leave the DJ booth. I necessitate, she wasn’t the one who “re saying it”, and maybe she was stoked that James would once again be the villain that America would detest instead of her. Fair.
James set objective soon after the “incident” which was probably a good thing. I signify, at the end of the working day, what he said was emphatically hurtful and frankly just dumb since now, according to Jax, he won’t be invited to any of Brittany and Jax’s engagement occurrences. Nonetheless, I actually don’t think he entail any harm by it, he just wanted to spit some freestyle for the devotees !!! And I mean, in his quest to be the White Kanye, saying dumb sh* t is very on label. I get it, James.
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