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March 29, 2005
Party like it's your prom
From a Newsday article on rapper 50 Cent’s move to a tony Farmington, Connecticut, suburb:
Even in the hardcore rap genre he’s among the hardest, a former drug dealer whose posse traded gunfire recently with another artist from his own record label.But in Farmington, 50 Cent is all good.
“We want to have prom at his house,” said a beaming Liza Dionne, an 18-year-old student at Farmington High School. “We left a letter in his mailbox, but haven’t heard back yet.”
Dear Liza:
Sorry it’s taken so long to get back to you. I’ve been super busy lately, what with promoting the new album (“The Massacre,” in stores now) and carrying on a simmering feud -- or “beef” in Hip-Hop parlance -- with rapper the Game, a former member of my G-Unit crew. All of this, unfortunately, leaves little time for correspondence. As I sit here at my desk, I’m looking at a stack of unanswered letters as tall as a bottle of Bacardi.
Anywho. As for your request, I would be delighted to host your prom at my mansion. Did you have a particular theme in mind? You might consider going with a tropical paradise/luau motif. I know that sounds complicated, but you’d be surprised at how a few seashells, some grass skirting and a couple of fake palm trees can transform a boring old ballroom into an island getaway. You could even serve punch in tiki glasses. Obviously that’s just a suggestion; it’s your prom. By the way, I have a whole closet-full of crepe paper that you’re welcome to. And somewhere there’s a box of balloons leftover from one of my parties that I’ll try to track down for you.
Now I do have a couple of house rules. First, there’s a trunk in the master bedroom marked “Gats” -- please stay out of there. And the backyard is off-limits. That’s where I keep my pit bulls, Lucifer and Manson. I love them both like hoes but they can get fussy around strangers. Plus they are trained to kill.
I think that pretty much covers it. If you need me, you know where you can find me -- in da club! (Just kidding. I don’t really spend that much time in clubs: It’s just something people expect me to say. If you need to get in-touch, leave a message on my cell phone or, better yet, shoot me an e-mail.)
All the best,
Fifty
Posted by teb at March 29, 2005 09:01 AM