This year the NBA All-Star Game was held in New Orleans. It brought back memories of my very first All-Star weekend working at the NBA. I’d gone to All-Star in years past but New Orleans was like my initiation into the graduate school that is the NBA. I say graduate school because it is a tough place to work. Expectations are extremely high but you learn a tremendous amount. You leave there with elevated skills.
As you can imagine, when you work for the NBA and you have all-access passes throughout the All-Star weekend, your friends think that it would be a great idea to fly out and meet you in whatever city the festivities land in. This particular year we were in Houston. I’d been through the All-Star routine so I knew what to expect in terms of workload. I would be like a doctor on call, but I still found time to get it in at a few parties. It was Saturday night and I was meeting my homegirl and her friend at a party. We had VIP access so we drank until we were tipsy, and danced until our feet hurt. Players, celebrities, and groupies were deep in the club. This was the typical guestlist. It was funny to watch the moves of the groupies. They were relentless.
After the party we ended up in a hotel lobby trying to figure out our next move. It wasn’t just any lobby. It was the lobby of the hotel where the NBA players stayed. It was only then that I figured out that we had a groupie on board. Naturally, because I worked in Public Relations I knew some of the players in passing. When I saw one player in particular he stopped to say hello. After he leaned in for a hug, he asked if I was with “her”? It didn’t take me long to figure out that he was referring to my friend’s friend. I was stuck. Not quite sure how to respond, I brushed off the question. I didn’t want to get involved.
After he walked away I told the girls what he asked. I was testing the waters. I wanted to see the reaction of my friend’s friend. She casually commented, “Oh he said that because we slept together last year. He just tried to front on me.” Insert my shock and shamed face here. I couldn’t hide my surprise. She went on to blow off the comment like it was normal chatter. I instantly felt a rush of heat come over my face. At that moment I was embarrassed. Not of her but to be with her. I was already on edge about being in the lobby of the player hotel. We had been there ten minutes too long and I didn’t need any gossip or drama swirling around about me. Then I find out this scandalous bit of information.
I had only known this chick in passing, but as far as I knew she was cool. After that night I found out that she was absolutely about the groupie love life. She had hooked up with a few athletes and many more rappers than I cared to know. I guess that was a lesson in being aware of who you associate yourself with. That could have easily turned into a more awkward situation for me. This was fun for them but a career for me. My colleagues and co-workers were swirling all around.
I wasn’t going to judge homegirl’s lifestyle or treat her different, but I knew that it would not be a good look for me to stick around. She was clearly in her element so we left her right there in the lobby lurking for her next catch.
About the Author: Ahyiana Angel is a Cali girl who has turned the Manhattan streets into her playground. This sassy storyteller—a former sports entertainment publicist at the National Basketball Association (NBA)—is anticipating the release of her first novel, Preseason Love, about dating in New York, coveted careers, complicated relationships, and ultimate deception. Angel is the creator of the salacious and popular blog Life According to Her. It’s contrived like reality TV, fictionalized for fun (also to protect the innocent), and sensationalized for your entertainment.