i ain't no groupie

So after the show last night, I'm smoking a cig near the tour buses and I yell at some guy. He comes over to us and starts talking. We realize it's some dude from The Roots.

"You wanna come to a party?"
-"Uh, sure..."
"All right, come on the bus"
-"What the fuck? Ok" (Pretty sure that was my reaction)

Get on the tour bus of The mother fucking Roots, and we are fucking chillin. They give us some beer and the one guy (no names shall be mentioned throughout this) is talking to me as if he'd already claimed me or something like that. I'm freaking out in the meantime inside, so I'm texting everyone I know who would give a shit at that point because I couldn't believe all of it was really happening. We get off the bus and go into some club that ?uestlove was DJing, I couldn't tell you what it was called, but it was packed. As we walk in, the dude turns around and he's like telling me that "I better tell my boyfriend that I'm gonna be cheating on him tonight" and that he "better get to have his way with me" and stupid shit like that. I am drunk and he is super talented, so it doesn't even phase me that he's being beyond creepy at this point. We go into their little section and they are posing for pictures and shit like that.

ANYWAYS,
We leave that club, and in the meantime some hoed out chick is following them and attempts to get into the cab with us. They're like "sorry, we don't have enough room," which was pretty sweet considering what had just been happening that past hour and a half at that point. We go to another club, didn't go in, but in the meantime another one of the guys got into an altercation with the cab driver about money and told the cab driver that "he makes what he makes in three minutes" and other ridiculous shit. This pisses me off and so I made a small comment about how it's not really that cool to speak to someone else like that, and he went on about how he grew up from nothing and still made it and so should that cab driver and blah blah blah ... boring. It was sort of funny to see someone of that status all fucked up and belligerent, however. It's like those pages in USWeekly---"Stars are just like us! They get drunk!"

After a few minutes of deliberation and the one dude constantly asking me if he could "talk to me", we decide to go to Sutton Place hotel in Gold Coast where they were staying. They get this huge bottle of wine, and they are pouring us glasses and assuming that we were staying the night. I'm talking to them having a good time, but the one guy would not fucking leave me alone. He kept telling me to come sit by him and like patting down on his lap to sit there all annoying-like, and I was just like "no, I'm cool." He doesn't like that, so he comes and sits uncomfortably close behind me, so much that I could like feel his dick on my back and starts reading my texts. He's asking me who these people are and why do I have to be texting and he just "wants to get to know me." We start discussing music and how long he's been doing what he does, what has influenced him, you know, good conversation. I mean he's a fucking Grammy nominated (by the time he entered the band) artist like five or six times over, so he obviously knows what he's talking about when it came to music. Despite that being sexy as hell, he then gets into how he "wants to take me to where he's from" (which would be fucking COOL cause its beautiful if he was even telling me the truth) and all this shit so obviously I'm not buying it.

He continues to move even closer to me and like rubbing me and shit so at this point I'm just annoyed and call Megan to either come up to where we are or pick us up. She comes to the hotel and picks us up. We leave and I'm pretty sure we pissed off numerous members of The Roots for drinking their alcohol and not sleeping with them. Ooops....