Luda, Nelly, Silverman: Hot in Herre Indeed!
Impact Film Fund: MUST get into this party!
The upstart non-profit made a name for themselves at the Democratic convention last summer for managing to pull the biggest Hollywood names, and their Sunday late night party was considered a hipster hot ticket -- Ludacris, Nelly, Sarah Silverman.
Get to the remote Fur nightclub at 12:45 a.m. Realize the passes we are proudly clutching are useless -- line down the block, bodies spilling out the front, crowd inside way beyond capacity. Bare-legged girls on freezing sidewalk shouting into cellphones for help (to get in, to get home). Only through the magic intervention of a friend of a friend who turns out to be Hubert Humphrey IV are we led through a back entrance and up behind the stage, Goodfellas-style. . . just as Nelly (ten feet away!) tears into "Hot in Herre"! Which is literally the case. Cannot breath in the crush of bodies.
"I wanna give a shout-out to my man Ron Howard!" says Nelly. "Tell him to put me in one of his movies."
Awesome! Can we leave yet?
No wait -- Nelly's promising a special guest. . . Ludacris! Take coat back off, edge back to the stage. Now Nelly is giving shout-outs to Jessica Alba and babydaddy Cash Warren, supposedly also in the house. . . And to his girl Sarah Silverman. . .
"Any Pittsburgh Steelers fans in the house?" Nelly asks. "All the ladies in the place make noise!" Oh, lord, is he stalling? Is Luda really here?
He is. After some technical delay, the rapper - who may have burned his bridges with the president-elect when he rapped vulgarly about Hillary Clinton in a pro-Obama song last year - takes the stage, a jacket with Obama's face emblazoned on the back.
The music is so loud we can't actually hear it. ("Number One Spot"? Maybe?) And it's still really hot in herre. Time to leave.
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