On the first stop of the Dances With White Girls/Prince Terrence “Why Do We Live Like This?” 6 day tour we hit Indianapolis, Indiana.  I have absolutely no stereotypes about Indianapolis in my head. I really had no idea what it would be like and I still don’t really. I just didn’t expect there to be a duck pond between where we were crashing and the club.  Five minutes after we got to Indy DJ/Promoter Action Jackson’s house DBB Regular Kelly Frank’s mom walked into place offering to buy us pizza and promising us a get out of jail free card (she is a cop) which we later took advantage of by shooting off fire works for an hour at 4 in the morning.

We walked past the duck pond trying to avoid duck shit on the way to Casba Bar where the boys were DJing. When we got to the door they demanded two forms of ID. Both Dances and Terry’s girlfriend Bijoux didn’t have ID so the bouncer wouldn’t let them into play their own show.  When Dances stared to argue that he tours all over with just his passport the bouncer said “I have flown over 40 states with two IDs!” which makes absolutely no fucking sense. When the manager walked us in the bouncer tried to argue with him for some reason. It was really absurd.

The show started off really weird with a bunch of kids in single colored outfits dancing around with each other freaking all of us out. We all just stood next to the DJ booth while Terry did his thing.  Fortunately the party was sponsored by Colt 45’s new energy malt beverage Blast and people started to get buck wild by the end of his set.  When Dances got on he murdered shit and it was all over after that.

We ended up having a ton of fun and then exploded mad fireworks at the after party at Action Jackson’s house.  Terry and Bijoux slept in the car with their dog, Frog and his wife Jonna slept on a couch and I slept on the floor.  We woke up about 3 hours later and drove to fucking Louisville, KY begging the question Why Do We Live Like This?

Click here to see all the photos from OMG at Casbar Bar in Indianapolis, IN.

Ps. Prince Terry took about a dozen of these photos while I was off flirting with the locals.

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