A couple of days ago I was invited to a private fan party for Jadakiss in Manhattan. I was very confused for several reasons:
1.) I didn’t even know Jadakiss was still a thing
2.) I didn’t know he had enough fans to even host an event like that
3.) How do I even know Jadakiss again!?
I wanted to tell my friend “NO!” when he asked me to go with him. After all I am hardly a fan of Jadakiss. I couldn’t name a Jadakiss song if you had a knife to my throat…
But I hadn’t seen this particular friend in quite awhile, and it was an open bar from 7 to 8. And like any woman knows you can’t say no to free drinks. So I agreed to go. When we finally got to the venue I was shocked to see that there was a line outside. A line might I add that was full of the weirdest people I’d seen in awhile, and I live in Bushwick so that’s saying something. So I assumed a position in the rear of the line with my friend. While I stood there I was a bit uneasy. I was hoping that there wasn’t any visible sign for the event, I didn’t want the multitudes of people walking by to know, that I was standing in line to show my appreciation for Jadakiss. While I stood there a biker whizzed by and promptly got hit by a Taxi. We all looked on at the scene unfold, as the girl laid in the street screaming, and people near her called paramedics. For a brief period of time I was relieved, for now all the attention was down the street away from the Jadakiss line! Still, I slunk back behind some people to hide myself from view.
After standing in line for 20 minutes it became apparent that they were arbitrarily holding up the line to stall out the time for the open bar. I debated leaving right at that moment, and had been there by my lonesome I definitely would have left. Actually if it was just me I never would have went to begin with.
After a few more minutes we finally got in the door. Once inside everyone got patted down by security. Honestly if you are trying to assassinate Jadakiss you need to look at the bigger picture.
Once past security we walked in a bit further where a young girl was giving out raffle tickets. Nothing says street like a raffle… She gave me my ticket and said, “hold on to it, we are going to have a drawing for Jadakiss cds and merchandise later”. As soon as she said that the muscles in my hand went slack, and I dropped my ticket on the ground. The ticket girl noticed bent down to retrieve my ticket and gave it back to me. She wanted to make sure I was in the running to win some sweet Jadakiss items. I thought about if I “won” something how upset I would be. I couldn’t sell anything, that I could possibly win there, and I damn sure couldn’t give that shit away. So I just gave my ticket to my friend, who looked at me like I him herpes.
FINALLY we made it to the bar. There was still 10 minutes left! There was a guy ahead of me. I watched him order a Heineken, the bartender came back put it down and said to him, “That will be $10″
I got the fuck away from the bar and stood near the “VIP” area. It’s doubtful you could be that important of a person, earnestly listening to Jadakiss. The waitress in the VIP area informed me that if I put 2 bottles of Ciroc for $600 I could sit in the VIP section with Jadakiss. I was so taken back by that statement that I just stood there speechless. Here I was with the opportunity to hang out with Jadakiss, and the only thing I could think of is that I don’t even know what Jadakiss looks like! Jadakiss could’ve been standing next to me the entire time I was there and I would have had zero idea.
After that thought sank deeper into my conscious than I would’ve I evaluated my life up to that point, and decided that it was time to leave.