Parking level P1 at Montage Hotel in Beverly Hills is where my Saturday night was spent. If that doesn’t sound fun, take in consideration the fact that standing around with me were Sway and Shaheem Reid from MTV, Toronto rapper Drake, producer Alchemist and even the daughter of the most powerful woman in the music industry (any guesses as to who she is? Here’s a hint: Nas drops her first name in a verse on “Carry On Tradition” and she signed the homies PacDiv last year).
Anywho, the occasion was the official pre-Grammy Awards party in honor of Cash Money Millionaires and Universal Records’ Lil Wayne, the triple-platinum beacon of light in an otherwise dark age for the music industry.
Truth be told: I had no official business at this party. So, naturally, my boy DeJuan and I found ourselves outside like a pair of eager fans, gawking at the miniskirts and at the cars that pulled up, some of them carrying celebrity musicians, others carrying musicians – if that’s what they are – who think they are celebrities.
I had just finished talking with Alc about a solo album he was prepping for May and was exchanging texts with the homie Bob from Konvict when his boss, Akon, pulled up in a black Lambo. Dozens of men and women literally clung to Kon as he made his way in, security clearing the way. Dude’s face couldn’t be more still – he seemed completely oblivious to the madness going on around him.
Kon was just another artist at this party. Not long after he came, Lil’ Wayne and Baby arrived – without a single bodyguard – and made their way down the purple carpet (the party was Bourbon Street-themed, my friend Jen, who made it inside around 8:30 told me later).
I was still outside at this point and was ready to shake, having had enough of the “scene,” when I decided to say hi to a familiar face: a porn star whose name slipped me at the moment. As soon as I started talking to her and mentioned I use to work at XBIZ, she mentioned how she was looking to get out of the adult biz because it wasn’t gonna work with raising a family. She asked my boy to take a pic of us – apparently for her MySpace page – and she and her friend bounced (but not before her friend, who was rollin a blunt, gave me a business card that said “Osa Lovely. Adult actress. Model. Wrestler.”
So there it is. I didn’t make it inside Lil Wayne’s party and instead met a porn star who wrestles. I think I’ll call her now and find out just exactly what that means.
Or maybe not. I have a Tavis Smiley interview to do Wednesday.
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