First, let me say that I never envisioned myself going to Summer Jam. I’m a Hip Hop fan as much as the next person but being around other Hip Hop fans, in certain settings isn’t necessarily something that appeals to me. In other words, there’s a certain level of hood that one should expect at these type of events; and though observing and participating in this behavior can be fun, in excess it’s a bit much for me. But even still when an associate said she might have tickets for my sister and I to attend the show, I said yes before I really thought about what I was agreeing to. By the time Sunday arrived, and we were sure we were going to get the tickets, I started feeling a little apprehension. But since my sister was so excited about going, I decided to take one for the team. And even though, I sucked it up and made the trek, my apprehension was warranted. There was confusion and plenty ratch to go around. But at the end of the night, I had to agree the entire experience was fun…very fun.
Here’s how it all went down.
First my sister and I had to figure out how to get from the city to New Jersey. We made it to Port Authority only to be sent on a whirlwind mission to buy bus tickets. First we were on the ground floor, then we went upstairs. Then an attendant told us we needed to go back downstairs. Once we found the correct place to buy our ticket, stood in line and got to the window, the attendant told us he only accepted cash, despite the fact there was both a Visa and Mastercard emblem on the window. So we had to leave Port Authority to get cash.
As we were walking out the door to get to the ATM, a man, who appeared to be homeless, looked up at me from his spot on the ground and asked with all sincerity,
“Excuse me miss, can I have some coochie?”
As someone who was already apprehensive about the whole day, this was a bad, bad omen. I was too ready to go home and might have even mentioned this fact to my sister a couple of times.
But we pressed on.
As we were waiting in line to purchase tickets, we had to endure a man describe his recent sexual excursion with an Asian woman from last week. After listening to him imitating her sex noises, we bought our tickets and headed for the bus. At this point, I’d calmed down from the earlier assault and decided to enjoy the day as a social experiment, a chance to people watch.
After a 15 minute drive, we got to Met Life stadium. Just walking through the parking lot was an experience in and of itself. There were several barbeque grills set up, red Solo cups littered the ground, men flexed in drop top cars that had just been washed and to top it all off, there was a woman standing on the roof of a car dancing for her life. I had to smile (and snap a few pictures) thinking this was a scene straight out of The Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff’s “Summertime.”