Ok. I had a pretty bad ass night. I dressed as a mystical Druid priestess with four crazy fun ladies (Kelsie, Carley, Nicole, Elisa) to raise Ghostface Killah from the dead during his show.
And here is what I learned:
It’s important to maintain a healthy curiosity about the natural world. I watched Killah Priest contemplate the banana he was eating and then ponder aloud where the banana stores its seeds.
KNOW YOUR LIMITS. If you succeed in sneaking backstage to take pictures don’t push it. Choose between drinking all of Ghostface’s Courvoisier OR finger blasting your girlfriend when you think no one is looking. Don’t do both or you will get yelled at, thrown out and banned. And a room of people will watch you disentangle.
It is important to be balanced. You can travel with a chocolatier but you also need a tour manager who makes sure there’s a big kale salad waiting for you after your show because even famous rappers need their vitamins.
And sometimes, when the stairs are rickety and treacherous, you might need to reach out for a helping hand to get you down.
When our part was done I stood in the wings watching C*R*E*A*M enjoying the Wu Tang Clan as the goddess intended. Covered in fake blood and surrounded by real smoke.