I was chilling with my baby (the nameless MacBook) @ Pharrell’s crib, and he told me that GQ Nammer had an extra ticket to the 50 Cent concert for later that night, and would I like to go? ….HELL NO! I’m the furthest from a fan of that thug, who spits the most meaningless rhymes, on the wackest beats. And besides, I have the Dope Kicks party tonight, so sorry dude, no can do.
Something I should explain about Pharrell; whenever we hang out, we end up doing something outrageous and completely out of our comfort zone. One weekend we ended up at Suede Nightclub in LA (Lethbridge, AB). Another weekend we partied at Empire in West Edmonton (see Long Drive With Pharrell). Anyway, the reason that all that stuff happened is because he has this illustrious, subtle way of convincing you to do something you never thought you would do.
Needless to say, 7:00 pm on Saturday night I found myself at Foothills Stadium, better known as the baseball diamond by campus, waiting in line to get a seat for the 50 Cent ft. G-UNIT “concert”. The line up, or mob I should say, was HUGE, and after waiting for a bit, I pitched the idea that we grab some DQ while we wait to be let in.
After a quick stop for ice cream and hot dogs across the street, we came back, to find the line upmob even larger. Were they even letting people in? It’s almost 9:00 pm!
We cut a whole lotta people in the mob and pushed our way to the front of the line, only to find that we weren’t at the Fiddy concert, but really en route to board a Boeing 747 @ YYC. They were literally letting in ONE person at a time, after doing a complete search of every place on the person’s body. We even had to leave all liquids on a table, just like it is at airport security; 
Anyway, when we finally got in (at 9:47!), we were looking for our seats and some drunk brown bitch dropped a full can of beer…on my just-out-of dead stock Everybody HI’s. After finding our seats right next to four overweight, overly drunk Panas who kept asking everyone around us to blaze with them, I realized that I didn’t have much time to get to Rhinos for my SB’s party. Paparazzi found Pharrell and I once again;
I guess the highlight of the whole event was when Soulja Boy came on and Cranked Dat for the whole 3000 Fiddy fans, on the baseball diamond;
It’s 10:45 and that fool still hasn’t come on to “perform”. WTF I have to go soon! And at 10:47, Fifty Cent, in all his glory, finally came on the stage and started singing songs which I had never heard before, while the entire drunk and high crowd yelled in utter delight; GQ Nammer was one of the yellers for sure.
I had to leave shortly after. I hailed a cab from Crowchild and headed to Rhino. I guess all in all, it wasnt too bad, cuz even tho we waited close to three hours to get in, and some bitch spilled beer on my new kicks, I didn’t have to actually sit through Fiddy’s songs. I just wish the ticket price was a bit more relevant to his namesake. Instead of paying $65.00, I would’ve been happy paying $0.50.
