I came, I saw, I got played. So when I embarked on my trek from the Bronx to Manhattan to arrive at the VMA awards I had a feeling I was in store for some mess. Of course no one could’ve known how true that statement ended up being. Like the rest of the media, I got my credentials, sat in a cold ass “holding” room and drunk some free bottled water. As we waited for hours until we were escorted to the red carpet I immediately realized two things: 1) my new favorite shoes failed me miserably (which I DID NOT see coming btw. It’s a platform heal. Perfect support!). 2) MTV was trying to fuck me by placing me (representing AOL) at the END of the carpet across from the fat single ladies dancer guy from You Tube…who got way more interviews than I did. By the time the confused celebs made it my way they were all “I have to go.” Or “Satan is calling leave me alone peasant!” what is THAT about? Geez man!
On the flip, I made some new “friends” saw some of my old friends who still live in NYC, got to see Jennifer Lopez, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Diddy, and pretty much everybody (no Beyonce though, she was too good for my side of the carpet and honestly I don’t blame her). I also saw Kayne West (pre-Taylor incident) stumbling down the carpet all up on Amber Rose’s ass. If I knew then what I know now, I woulda jumped on the carpet and restrained his drunk ass!!!
The whole event was pretty cool yes, but by the time the show started my feet were bleeding as I was huddled on the street with the MTV crew watching the show from a 9 inch monitor. Um, excuse me, I’m AOL! Where is the press room and the sandwiches? I was told there would be sandwiches! Apparently, MTV staff and Radio City Music Hall Staff weren’t so interested in my words as they shunned me and blocked my entrance at just about every door you can imagine. Defeated I followed my friend to her office at BET to watch the rest of the show. As I was leaving who did I see but Taylor Swift getting the ultimate revenge on that asshole Kanye West by pulling off a FLAWLESS performance on the subway and the city streets. Fresh! What’s funny is I didn’t know what was going and me and my friend were pondering taking the Subway but couldn’t understand why it was closed…um yeah b/c Taylor Swift was performing on it! Hahaha. Good times.
As stories of West dominated and overshadowed what I feel should’ve been at the forefront: Mikey J’s life, death and Janet’s awesome tribute, I wondered just what the hell is wrong with that dude. Then I got tired of thinking about it and went home instead. Oddly enough about 7 cabs stopped to pick me up and I wasn’t even hailing a damn cab! Must’ve been the dress. Or who knows…the whole time I lived in NYC I never got so many cabs to easily. Drama.
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