NBA All Star Weekend has come to a close and I've learned a lot from my weekend in Houston.
This was my first experience at the yearly festival that many of my hip-hop colleagues call a thirst trap. I was warned that the place would be filled with floosies, ratchets, wanna be ballers, hos trying to get chose, and greedy party promoters.
They were right.
When I got off the plane, I saw 4 separate sets of girls scantily dressed, their boobs out, cracks of their booty showing, stomachs on display. Some of them were sculpted with nice abs, others sculpted by too much fast food and Maury. It was going to be fun.
I was excited by the possibilities. I let my eyes swag surf across the sea of people standing on line to multiple events, I watched the ladies gawk at celebrities as they approached the clubs. I watched some of them try to sweet talk bouncers to get inside of VIP so they could try to get close enough to holla at Common.
On Friday night, I stopped by The Drake with Kirko Bangz. It was a calm event, until the "Drank In My Cup" rapper showed up. Girls started flocking for a chance to kick it, but that was to be expected. But as I sat at my own VIP table entertaining a couple of friends, I noticed the venue got quiet. Kirko left, but now a couple of other dudes who weren't a part of his team were now holding his bottles, talking about "Pour It Up, Pour It Up." I laughed.
Right next door, Diddy and his Houston Ciroc boys filled 3500 people into a tent and turnt it up. The women showed a lot of skin, refusing to let the 30 degree low weather stop them from showing their body. Dudes shelled out major bucks just to get in some parties. Shelled out even more money to drink, all money that could go to good use elsewhere in this economy.
Example: the Hennessy party at Compound, which was a star-studded fun event, was charging $100 to get inside. Then after that, party-goers had to pay for drinks if they wanted to get turnt up. I realized the benefits of being connected, as I watched the crowd watch the VIP guests from the floor.
After the clubs closed at 2am in Houston, people flocked to the strip clubs for food and booty. My Houston acquaintances flirted with the idea of going to Dream Houston, until we learned that the cover charge was $200. I'm not afraid to admit that asking price was a little too rich for my blood. Still people went, so many people that it was at capacity. So much money getting tossed up, that the floor was now covered in green.
But there was nothing like Michael Jordan's 50th birthday party, where women literally jumped on celebs, giving them hugs and telling them how much of a fan they were. I watched a woman bum-rush Miguel's conversation to tell him how much she loved him. I watched another woman give Iman Shumpert the eye before planning her course of attack.
Then there were the girls who simply walked around trying to get chosen. It was like watching a master fisherman, or one of those nature shows. The packs of women would post up in a spot, watching who was popping bottles, who was dressed in what and who caught their eye. Then they would move, casually walking in front of the celebrity section, then moving to and fro until someone laid eyes on them and approached. That's when the charm would turn on and it was a wrap. Lovely ladies dressed to impress court men like a lioness stalks, captures and kills a gazelle in the wild.
I heard the joke that the drug of choice in Houston was Molly and the Plan B pill. Another self proclaimed unashamed groupie blurted out, "Anywho, I hope one of you gals caught you a baby this weekend..."
I sure hope not, because some of the people I saw out there this week don't need to have children. Lord knows they don't.
And that about sums up what NBA All Star Houston was like. Women out to get child support checks for life, but mostly the ballers out here are hip to the game. Or at least I'd like to think so.
Where you out at All Star Weekend? Let me know some of your stories.
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