Nope, this is not click bait, this is the real deal. I wasn’t at a party where 50 was performing, I was seated with him in the section…you might need a snack, this is a detailed read.
I met my friend, Valerie in a college class we took together and this one time, she randomly mentioned that her uncle works closely with 50 Cent. So, when the 2017 super bowl came to Houston, she mentioned the possibility of getting us into a cool celebrity party.
To be honest, I didn’t believe her. It’s not because I didn’t think she would get us into the parties, never in a million years had I dreamt to be up close and personal to some famous person, without blackmailing someone.
So Val, her sister, Dani, other friend, Willie and I had planned to go watch a celebrity basketball game that my university was hosting on the Saturday of the Super Bowl weekend. I’ll spare you the details, the celebs weren’t all that. I only knew Tank and Trinidad James and we left before it ended.
The plan was to party that night, so I went home for a quick change of outfits. I had barely put my purse down when Val called. Her uncle (let’s call him Uncle J) told her to meet him at Prospect Park for a day party with 50 Cent. Thank God, I had my makeup on from earlier and a planned outfit cos Val was already on her way to pick me.
We get to Prospect Park…call Uncle J…he wasn’t picking…texted him…no reply. Val was disappointed, but I wasn’t surprised. This whole thing was too good to be true. There was no way, my average self was going to be sippin’ on drinks with 50 freakin’ Cent…no way. We’d almost given up to head home, when he replied to her text. They had already left, and he was on his way to his hotel. Celebrities are brief with their appearances—an hour is usually how long they get paid to stick around and when the clock ticks, they.are.out!
So Uncle J, I’m guessing felt bad for disappointing his nieces and invited them for diner. Willie and I went along since we were all riding together. He told us 50 would be making three more appearances that night, gave us the first location and told us to be early. Still, I was doubtful. I knew the closest we’d get to 50 would be like free entrance to the party and at if a miracle happened, get a section close to his.
We get to the first spot—Belvedere, an uptown lounge and bar. My humble self, walked straight to the back of the line and gawked as Val walked to the front while signaling me to catch up. I was so scared of getting embarrassed but consoled myself knowing it would be four of us getting kicked to the back, so I held my breath and joined them.
Uncle J told Val to look for a guy in a blue coat who’d let us in. Val boldly tells the guy, “We are with 50 Cent’s crew.” Y’all, my heart sunk. I prepared to hear the loudest laugh. The guy replied, “Are you Valerie?” Next thing I know, we were being led through the VIP line, into the lounge, walking past the crazy crowds and into a section which everyone seemed to be photographing.
Everything was happening so fast. There were a few empty seats, but I waited to see if Val would seat down because again, I would not be surprised if we got kicked out. I look over at Val, and this girl is seated, pouring herself a drink, toasting with her sister. I slowly sit in my spot and start looking around.
First of all, there was a swarm of girls, around the section with their phones out, taking pics. There was another swarm begging the bouncers to get into the section but in vain. And then there was a third swarm giving us the death-look of “how did these bishes walk in here without getting stopped?”
I start to look for 50 Cent. We were about 10 ladies in the section, five guys, and like three bouncers. I look to the furthest corner thinking 50 would be hidden in there…nothing. Val’s phone was already out…snapping. My eyes turn to where she was recording and there, he was…three steps away from me, pouring people drinks.
“Oh My God, Buba, you are seated in the same muva-effen section with freakin’ 50 Cent? Quick, take out your phone and snap him before anyone realizes you shouldn’t be here and puts you out.” I shot my first video, where I record him and move the video down to my shoes and then to my face, to prove to people that we were within steps of each other. While, I’m posting, 50 starts to walk over.
I start snapping another one. 50 Cent straight up holds my hand and says, “Y’all are family right?” Guys, if that’s not perfect timing, I don’t know what is. I saved that video like 5 times in my phone and even emailed it to myself, just in case a hater tried to spite me that night and steal my phone. You know how people can think you’re lying when you tell them a crazy story, that video was all the receipts I needed. Nothing could beat 50 Cent calling me family in a video. I put the phone in my purse and enjoyed my night.
I started taking it all in. 50 knows how to be the life of the party. I was impressed by how he was socializing, pouring drinks for people who were not even in the section, and basically just looking alive and being present. He was even okay with the occasional fangirl that wanted a pic while sitting on his lap, giving him a peck.
I liked that he shared the moment with his fans. When they blew confetti, he covered Val’s cup so that confetti wouldn’t get in, then he proceeded to take confetti off Willie’s shirt. Willie looked like he was getting baptized when 50 touched him,lol. He sat back on the club couch, chest up and jaw dropping. It was hilarious. He also vowed to never wash that shirt.
There were lots of girls around us, mostly seated, looking pretty. I remember one yellow-bone, with a jet-black bob. She looked unbothered and only smiled a little when 50 had small talk with her.
Uncle J sat himself in the least crowded corner. By the look on his face, he’d seen this probably 10-million times. He was un-phased by the screaming, the flashing lights and everything that came with the fans going crazy.
The other guys in the section must have been a part of 50’s camp. None of them were lit. They seemed to be looking out for him, making sure everything was good, eyes on him the entire time. 50 turned around and nodded his head slightly, and immediately everyone started moving. It was time to go.
I thought we four would stay and party it out all night, but Val was on her feet, keeping up with the entourage. We got into the car and started driving to his next appearance. The only problem, we didn’t know the location and Uncle J wasn’t texting back.
Eventually, we googled stuff and found out that 50’s next stop was at the PlayBoy/Tao Super Bowl party. Okay, Belvedere, maybe…but the freakin Playboy party??? The cheapest ticket to get into that party cost $750. There was a red carpet, celebrities, and cameras from big media houses. There was no way we would get into that event.
At that point, I was just grateful to have had plans that night…I could have settled for a taco truck escapade and yet here we were. Val was convinced that we would be able to get into the hottest party in Houston that night.
We get to downtown and once again, Valerie walks up to the front of the line, and tells the guy checking the guestlist that we were with 50 Cent. I could have sworn this chic was drunk. You gotta be on a whole new high to walk to the front of the line and tell people you’re with 50 and 50 aint even standing next to you. The man looked at us and said, “Wait.” Val starts to text Uncle J. I turn to Willie and tell him that this wasn’t going to work. It was the goddamn Playboy Party and if they even let us to the red carpet, I would pass out.
Next thing I know, one of the guys from 50’s crew walks out and tells the bouncer that all four of us were with him. The rope was raised, and next thing I know, we were walking into the doors of the Playboy party. I could not believe what the hell was going on.
Once again, we were led to 50’s section and drinks started to pour. The party was a whole Vegas-like setup…lights, go-go dancers and even a performance by Flo-Rida. At this point, it had begun to sink in. I mean, we had just sashayed into the Playboy party.
50 got up on stage and hung with Flo-Rida for like two songs and then started to make his exit. Uncle J passed us and said, “come on.” By this time, I already knew what was up. I grabbed my purse and followed.
Party No.3. This one had exotic dancers ;). By the time we got there, I was so used to the VIP treatment, I walked in, found myself a seat in the section, and started looking around unbothered. I now knew why Ms. yellow-bone wasn’t bothered. After a while, you get used to the vibe and get entertained by how everyone else is fanning out.
Hookah, drinks, food and all the club’s best services were being sent to our section. It was 3am when 50 decided to call it a night—we left when he left. I remember walking into my apartment, seating on my couch and thinking, “Holy shit…I just partied with 50 Cent.” It then hit me that I didn’t get a proper picture because of how fast everything was moving and also, this was a once in a lifetime moment for me and I really wanted to take it all in. Had I spent my night recording away, I would have missed the details. I do however have the one where he called me family…for your viewing pleasure.
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