The Star-fuckers ~An Evening with Crazed Fans

I was recently invited to go to a VIP party for Jay Z at a newly, renovated bar on Bloor Street. Of course, I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity like this because I thought it might be interesting to add another celebrity to the list of people I have met.

I have never been to an event like this one in particular before. In order to get inside you had to be on ‘The List’ and if you weren’t you were shooed away as if you were scum.

The red carpet was out, big breasted women were hanging off the arms of older and I’m assuming wealthy men and bouncers were shouting at people to move out of the way. It was all a little bit nuts for my friend and I being recent college graduates, who were used to seeing the boys funnel beers and wrestle in ditches.

Once we were inside, the atmosphere wasn’t the usual bar/club scene. No one was really laughing out loud or chatting with their friends. Everyone seemed to be staring at each other, observing each other and wondering what each person’s purpose was.

While waiting for the guest of honour’s arrival, my friend and I walked up to the bar to order some drinks. We figured that we’ll just try to enjoy ourselves without getting too caught up with the entire buzz.

At midnight, the celebrities began entering the bar, first was Jay Z and then, the Wayans brothers (Keenen and Shawn) and shortly after Mick Jagger. By the time they had all arrived, people were getting extremely insane. The Star-fuckers came out!

The hosts had blocked off a VIP section in the bar for the celebrities. All the rest of the people in the place began making their way over to get a glimpse at one of the stars. I, myself was starting to get a little overwhelmed with the whole commotion. I tried to control myself from being like the rest of the pushy lemmings, but I couldn’t help it. I had to get close enough to see.

After staring at the Wayans brothers from fifteen minutes, I finally realized and thought to myself, why am I wasting my night trying to even talk to these people? The Wayans looked miserable like they hated being in this Toronto bar with all the kinds of people leeching around to get close to them.

I left the section. I was angry. Pissed off at myself for even giving a shit to waste my time when I could have been drinking beers with my girlfriend and dancing. I found my friend and we walked away from the crowd to the empty dance floor. It was wonderful. Nobody was in our way. It could even be safe to say that everyone that was around the dance floor was having a wonderful time. The atmosphere felt more alive when we weren’t trying to hustle our way through tons of crazed, ignorant people.

It’s sad that those materialistic Star-fuckers parading around the bar in their overpriced outfits judging everyone around them are so consumed in trying to get fulfillment out of talking to a celebrity when it’s just as easy to get that happiness from hanging out with a great friend. Fuck the stars! Cheers to friends!!!

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