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I Was At See You Next Tuesday The Night Of James’ Freestyle RapHere’s What Happened Betches

As a die-hard Vanderpump fan since the it’s-my-birthday-Stassi periods, the very first thing I did after finding out my family was taking a trip-up to California was get on my phone and secure a reservation for dinner at SUR. Specifically, I reserved dinner for the evening 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 trip to Cali. But sadly for those people, they clearly have never experienced the reality Tv gold that is Vanderpump Rules . Like, sure I was looking forward to hiking Runyon Canyon and appreciating the LA Dodgers play, but nothing could even begin to compare to my level of exhilaration and anticipation of a Tuesday night at SUR.

I intend, at one point my dad had proposed we move the dinner to a different darknes, 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 meant my entire household missed envisioning Malibu which, in hindsight, given the recent ravaging burns there, probs would have been great to meet.( 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 episode revolved around See You Next Tuesday, but not just 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 was downed. Because ladies and gentlemen, it seems this season’s feuds is ultimately not about the pasta.


Starting With Dinner…

After having an absolutely yummy dinner, the night’s drama-causing events began. (@ Everyonewhosaysthefoodsucks my whole fam loved 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 balls truly 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 starring server. But that’s not be asserted that our server wasn’t definitely was seeking to get on the display, made he was an LA reasonably son who sucked at his simple occupation of refilling my water glass. He was sweet, though. Hey, maybe look out for Colin on season eight!( Was that his epithet? I don’t remember .)

Back to what you came here for. As I took the last bite of my incredible seafood pasta( pasta, lol) I practically choked on a piece of shrimp when I discovered THE DJ James Kennedy come strutting through the front doorway, complete with DJ equipment in hand. My parents were definitely questioning my sanity and overall personal importances as I sat the rest of dinner shake with pure excitement in anticipation of verifying the White Kanye perform before my very own eyes.

See You Next Tuesday Begins…

Right around 9pm or so, the sweet unoriginal flogs of James Kennedy graced my ears and everything was right in the world. My sister and I squeezed our behavior into a prime spot next to the DJ booth, where I could reach out and touch James Kennedy , not to mention get some flame Insta tales of the artist at work. Mention: the “dance floor” and space where his booth is set up, is in a corner with very limited space. Ideal for get up close and personal, but not ideal for avoiding having my booze knocked out of my hands 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 merely jump. True “mega fans ,” such as myself, stay and assistance White Kanye in his artistic endeavors, even after getting that like-worthy pic.

Besides James, there weren’t any main casting members there that night( or so I supposed .) My true dreaming would have been to meet Queen Stassi who I’ve been haunted with for years. But truthfully, at this level I was just beyond content with having satisfied the legend that is DJ James Kennedy. Everyone says I’ve never looked happier than in this pic, and frankly they’re not wrong.

Ariana’s brother was behind the booth with James for a little, but this was of little concern to me. Likewise notable, Billie Lee was there and behaving 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 region 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 night away to the flogs of DJ James Kennedy. I must say, before we get into the DIRT of this history, James Kennedy was astounding. As a DJ, he was good, although according to my college-aged brother he sucked, so maybe I was just dazzled by my adoration for VPR . But DJ James Kennedy was amazing given the fact that he was truly having fun and didn’t at all act above any of it. He was more than so pleased to see you both take pics( and kills, isn’t he not supposed to be boozing ???) with everyone and anyone, and even played to my Insta vids. He was so fun, 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 yummy $ 20 cucumber guzzles and altogether lost my sh* t when I appreciated Scheana saunter behind the bar. Slightly drunk, and too excited, I furiously waved 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 knew any other fangirl heart attack minute. Overwhelmed with emotion, I attained the swift have also decided 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, validating everything everyone on the casting says about her. Not to mention was super cute and had an amazing and fit bod, further confirming 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-life fangirl, might as well embrace it. She graciously thanked me and even told me how beautiful I was too. Like, she probs include an indication that back to everyone but I didn’t f* cking care. Could life get any better ??? Could it ??? COULD IT ?!?!?


Oh, it is unable to. Somewhere between a few more cucumber cocktails, Scheana’s at the DJ booth, legit on James Kennedy’s shoulders, as James is smashing” 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 pretty catchy, I’ll impart it that.

Then, it happened. The infamous freestyle rap hear round the world.

My sister and I were right against the DJ booth when DJ James Kennedy began his “creative expression” freestyle that erupted 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 ran wild and Brittany, who had been practically was sitting next to me prior, vanished into thin air. According to last night’s occurrence, she apparently left bellow. My sister, who had maybe seen one occurrence in their own lives, asked what had happened and I explained to her the entire plot of Jax f* cking Faith on top of an elderly girl( 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 getting a lot of sh* t for her action during season six, by guiding the detest back towards Jax who has consistently proves himself to be a scumbag. You can tell on Scheana’s face that she was in collapse over what James had just said but like , not sufficient startle to leave the DJ booth. I intend, she wasn’t the one who said it, and perhaps she was stoked that James would once again be the villain that America would hate instead of her. Fair.

James set ended soon after the “incident” which was probably a good thing. I necessitate, at the end of the day, what he said was emphatically hurtful and honestly just dumb since now, according to Jax, he won’t be invited to any of Brittany and Jax’s engagement occurrences. Nonetheless, I genuinely don’t think he signify any impairment by it, he just wanted to spit some freestyle for the followers !!! And I signify, in his quest to be the White Kanye, saying stupid sh* t is very on brand. I get it, James.

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