Cee Lopalooza

  Everyone has had their, "Is this real life?" moment. Mine just happened to last a whole weekend. On Wednesday August 3rd I replied to a tweet from Cee Lo Green mostly as a joke, thinking I would never get a response. His tweet said, "Looking for a beautiful free-spirited girl to play my sex slave on stage at Lollapalooza." Immediately l so modestly thought, "Wow, that sounds just like me." So I responded, "I would be perfect for that." about 20 minutes later I got a direct message from Cee Lo asking if I was for real. I didn't think it was really him, maybe just someone in his entourage but of course I responded! I told him if he could get me to Chicago I would of course be down. He told me he would see what he could do, but I didn't hear from him for a day so I figured it was all too good to be true.
  That Friday I had taken my cousin to lunch and while we were out I got a notification from Twitter on my phone, it was another direct message from Cee Lo asking if I was ready to fly out that night. I basically started hyperventilating, this had to be a dream right? I got off work at 5 that day and rushed home to shower and get ready. I had been anticipating getting my flight information since 1pm that day and it was 7 and I still hadn't heard anything. I again started to doubt the legitimacy of this whole interaction. At 7:45pm I got a text from Cee Lo with all my flight info, unfortunately for me the flight was leaving at 9pm from BWI and there was no way I could make it at that point. I texted him back apologizing but I just couldn't make it, it was too short of notice but if there was a flight in the morning I would gladly take that. Next thing I knew I got a call from his assistant with info for a flight leaving at 7:30 from BWI Saturday morning.
  When I arrived in Chicago the next morning there was an Escalade waiting to pick me up. I pinched myself at least 4 times. I arrived at the W hotel and was led up to Cee Lo's room. I was expecting there to be a bunch of people there getting him ready for the show and getting me ready too. I was mistaken, Cee Lo let me in and it was just me and him hangin like old friends for like 6 hours. We watched shark week and Stepbrothers, I was in heaven. He was totally cool and grounded, he explained to me because of some bitch selling a story to the Enquirer about him I wasn't going to be able to join him on stage but I would still get to go to the show. I couldn't care less about not going on stage, I had just gotten a free trip to Chicago and was getting a backstage pass to Lollapalooza, a festival I had wanted to go to for months but could never afford.
  My best friend Alyson had recently moved to Chicago so I left the W to meet her for dinner and drinks. While I was out Cee Lo texted me telling me to be ready to leave at 5:30. I asked if Alyson could come with me and he said sure. So wait, not only was I going backstage at Lollapalooza but my best friend in the whole world who I hardly get to see was coming with me. I was floored to say the least! Alyson, me, and the rest of Cee Lo's entourage arrived through the back gates of the festival in 2 blacked out Denali's. I have never felt more important in my life. We got to watch Cee Lo from above the stage on the rafters, his show was unreal. He left shortly after his performance but Alyson and I stayed for the open bar and an epic Eminem performance. After getting trashed and leaving the show with some nerds and going to a bar instead of Eminem's after party we were invited to(we've been kicking ourselves for a couple months for that one) we went back to Alyson's and passed the fuck out. I left to head back to Maryland at 3 the next day still in a dreamy haze. I had slept for a total of 8 hours that whole weekend but it didn't matter to me. Who needs sleep when your life is a dream?