Party Rock Tour: I'm In Long Island Bitch
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Party Rock Tour: I’m In Long Island Bitch
The boys returned from LA today to meet up with the rest of the crew in Farmingdale, Long Island. One of the few signs of civilization was a Chipotle, an LMFAO favorite, so a few of us ended up there.
Sky and Foo were behind me in line when the cashier excitedly whispered to me,”Oh my God! LMFAO is here.” I know; I tour with them.
The boys sat down to eat with a random mom and a bunch of teen girls. Afterwards, Foo came to sit with me and my friend, Joey, a law student. He proceeded to ask her questions on contract law as some teen boys came up for autographs.
Back on the bus, everyone played video games and napped while fans banged down the bus door. There was a huge crowd surrounding the Party Rock Tour buses; as I tried getting on our bus, fans stopped me asking if I knew if Shwayze had any weed.
The show at the Crazy Donkey was packed with a mostly young, screaming crowd, but as Long Island typically is, it was low key and fun.
We did our pre-show chant surrounded by empty Hennessy bottles in what resembled a kitchen backstage.
During the show, young girls in the front row were screaming and reaching out to grab the boys; I could swear I saw a few tearing up.
One of my favorite parts of the show is the intro to “I’m In Miami Bitch” because it’s always fun, not only to see how the crowd reacts, but to see if Foo and Sky can remember where we were the past couple days. We move so quickly from city to city that it can be difficult to keep track. This time, they remembered.
“We was up in LA yesterday,” Foo said. The crowd was pretty silent.
“Where were we the day before that?” he asked Sky. “Oh, that’s right. We was up in New York City.” The audience erupted into wild cheers.
“Are we in New York City?”
Someone shouted, “Yeah!” “Yeah? No, we ain’t! You’re trying to trick me! I’m in Long Island Bitch!” Foo responded.
After the show, we all crammed into a van taking us back to our hotel in Manhattan. It was so crowded that people were in laps--Q and his brother shared a seat while DJ Air and I were smashed up together. It was an eventful hour-long ride as everyone cracked Mexican jokes.
“What do you call a Mexican with no car?” Sky asked. “DJ Air!”
A violently foul odor filled the car at least five times during the ride, nearly knocking people out of their seats.
“Somebody shit their pants,” Foo complained, sticking his head out the window. There was an ongoing debate as to whether it was Q or Air that was the culprit.
After the next wave of the smell, Sky shouted, “Somebody’s booty has a ghost! That booty’s haunted! There’s a shitty ghost up in there.”
We just got back to our hotel and, as hilarious as it was, it’s great to be able to breathe again. We’re probably going to go out in Manhattan tonight, so it’s off to get ready.
We have the day off tomorrow. Next stop: VA!
-Elle
