ya threw me for a Lupe

On an ordinary saturday night i met some extraordinary people through some friends who are roadies - for Lupe Fiasco. yeh yeh his music is catchy, he's the man and all that.. i was interested to see what kind of party it would be and even more suprised when he walked in the room, introduced himself and handed me these clear lense glasses to hold on to during the night so he could swap styles. ok, at first i was quite impressed with his calm and down to earth nature, very welcoming and not awe striking to the point of breath taking. It made the evening relaxed like you were just meeting some of your friends american associates. nothing spesh... until we got to the lobby from their room to go out. the whole hotel bar stopped and stared. i would never wish fame upon anyone. We were no one, we were just hanging out. riding coat tails. It was weird. Walking through the streets to the clubs and girl after girl got collected with the entourage - fair enough, superstar. Hour after hour of dancing with the man, (also now known as grabby hands) everyone in the club was too pissed to realise who he was and theres me holding onto Lupe so he wouldn't lose his crew in the crowded club. Sitting on couches with his band mates chatting, they ask; are you coming to the show tomorrow? big day out? I don't really have the coin to throw out on a festival like that at the moment so no. Oh oh, well if you come back to the hotel you might get a pass... you gonna come back and party with us? Ummm maybe that might be fun.. I shit you not, there were about 4 girls lying all over the men and my friends and i were staring around thinking, this is fucked, who seriously does this groupie crap? So i went to the bathroom, went out for air - kind of kept some distance from the sleaziness of it all. I honestly do not care who is inviting me back to their hotel room, i'm not going to do it. If you're reading this and you think i wasted an opportunity of a lifetime, then thats your opinion. I did the only thing i though was the best option, took those limited clear lense supers, and walked the fuck out. I like to think of it as a style keep sake of the whole damn fiasco...