Unfortunately, the beleaguered shape in this tale would be mine as I attempted to make my way down to the benefit show at The Pageant featuring Monica and Nelly with the St. Lunatics. Having exchanged phone calls and text messages with multiple people behind this event, I was assured that I would have no problem getting in. Well clearly this was a lie that was laid like Trina’s disobedient lace front hair line. First of all, I have to tell you that I made two trips down there to the box office. Because I knew the organizers of the show may have been in complete disarray (which is usually the case with most), I was prepared to just go ahead and pay my own way in. Much to my dismay, there were no tickets to be sold the day of the event. Flustered, I decided to wait for members of team behind the show to arrive and let them know the trouble that I was havin’. I was told to just give the box office my credentials and I would immediately gain access in. Lies! When the box office staff saw my shape walk back in, I’m sure they thought I was just some random that was pressed to be on Nelly’s jock. As I unfurled my name and even went as far as showing a press badge, there wasn’t enough notepads, sticky notes, or Morse code to be deciphered that would have my name on it to get in. At this point, I was completely over it. To me, a good handler would have physically made sure that press was handled properly but I suppose finding a good seat and drink all the while takin’ as many BFree Paparazzi pictures as possible were higher on the priority list. (side-eye)