There are so many stories I can and will inevitably share about La’Nolan, stories about her career as a flight attendant, her awkward sexual escapades, and her general lovable ridiculousness. But there is one in particular that I want to recall after I found this picture on my old computer:
This was the night “chatown down” was born.
It was two years ago and when we had just returned to UNCC for the spring semester. We decided to celebrate our reunion by taking advantage of the three day weekend, MLK holiday. On that particular Saturday night, we decided to attend a frat party off campus. Our group of ten was shuttled over in two separate trips in La’Nolan’s wag. ( Throughout college she always carried a giant Louis Vuitton named ‘Big Lou’ and drove a station wagon). After we arrived it became pretty clear that we had brought our pre-game harder than anyone else. It was about 40 degrees and we were the only people standing on the back porch while La’Nolan chain smoked. About ten cigs into the party, shea heard a song she had to dance to. I can’t remember the song (although if it were today, it would probably be something by Miley Cyrus), but it doesn’t really matter because the dance she created goes with absolutely nothing. She insisted that we all do the “Ghetto Tomahawk”. La’Nolan demonstrated the diversity of her signature move by waving her peace sign slowly to R&B and shaking it wildly in front of her eyes to Lil’ John. When the crowd inside started to give her weird looks through the windows she shouted at them “GT up, CHA-TOWN DOWN” and pressed the ghetto tomahawk against the glass.
It wasn’t long after this that the cops came, and the students were sent packing. We tried to explain to a desperately drunk fraternity gentleman that we had to make two trips home, but he insisted that we “Get the FUCK out” right away. So against better judgement, all ten of us piled into La’Nolan’s wag
Needless to say it didn’t end well. The wag couldn’t handle the extra weight and spun out of control. Luckily for us, the police were close by to provide assistance. This included helping La’Nolan out of the trunk area of the wag and asking her if she was retarded. After they determined that our driver was in fact sober, they insisted on driving half of us back to campus.
La’Nolan, me, and two others reluctantly agreed to a ride home with Charlotte’s finest. Since we were all underage at the time, I insisted that no one say anything stupid. We were all quiet for about a minute until La’Nolan started giggling. Soon all of were laughing out loud as we rode home in the back of the cop car. One of the CharMeck officers even regaled us with stories of his time at UNCC and how he “pissed all over the damn campus”. La’Nolan insisted she get his address so she could bring him breakfast in the morning.
After we were escorted safely back to our dorm, we celebrated with Franzia and La’Nolan licked wine off the floor.
GT up, cha-town down.
Lick
