Friday night I made over to the Marquee just in time to catch Nipsey Hussle perched up in the VIP booth. It wasn’t packed to the gills like I had expected it to be, but the folks up in there were die-hard Nipsey Hussle fans. I can’t say I knew there was a such thing. Honestly, after Friday night I can see why there would be. He’s a such a cutie in real life, though much more petite than I imagined he’d be. What also struck me was how the dudes were clamoring more for Nipsey than the ladies. I can’t tell you how many accidental elbows I took from the fellas getting all the way into singing along to every word of Nipsey’s songs when he stood on the table and rapped to a few of his records. He did that to two or three tracks and then bounced. And when he bounced, he bounced. There was no fraternizing or photo ops to see that night. And one of the dudes who followed him out was feeling some type of way that Nipsey did not get his mingle on. “Aw, so you just gonna burn out and not take no pictures with nobody?” Nipsey didn’t pay him any mind.
