One part of my trip back home I feel a need to mention was the last night of my stay. I went to the Lakers game, now normally big deal and who cares? However, this time I spent the evening hanging out with people who live the life of little worries. It just so happens my younger brother is acquaintances with the Lakers’ owner’s youngest son. So we went to the game and kicked it in the family’s box suite.
At first we arrived at the staple center to one of the VIP entrance and stood outside the door waiting. There were about 80 other people in line trying to enter the arena. After five minutes of waiting I asked what was the hold up, my brother informed me that we needed to wait for the son’s assistant to come get us (yea he has an assistant at 21 w/ no real job). The assistant arrives and we’re still chilling outside, so again I am wondering wtf. All of sudden the gatekeepers at the door asked everyone to step aside and they apologized for the delay. Well here comes Mr. Owner and his family and whomever they had with them. It was at this point that we fell right in line with them and walked straight in. I already felt important. They froze the line as if the president was walking through (and in a lot of ways he was).
We then take the elevator to their suite’s floor and enjoy the game. I sat there watching the people who are use to this on a regular basis. Overall everyone was very cool and polite. When you have access to money like that, why walk around with a chip on your shoulder? I observed Dr. Buss (the owner), he sat front role with his plate of food, Gatorade, and players stats in front of him. He was watching his employees work. His appearance was very unassuming; he looked like an average guy you would see on the street. One other perk I was able to get items from the Lakers store for free. I even got My. Guy an authentic jersey (and he doesn’t even like the Lakers). How’s that for knowing the big boss, lol??
The younger son was celebrating his 21st birthday and the game was the kick off event (this was on a Sunday evening). On Monday he rented a tour bus and invited 40 friends to ride with through L.A. and then ended the night at a popular nightclub (I left town before part 2 and I am still a little sour). I heard at the club (my brother went) when they pulled up in the bus, again the line freezes and they are allowed all access into the club. He reserved the entire left side of the club (gotta party with the civilians) and there waiting were 10 bottles of Belvedere and 8 bottles of Patron. A little while later they had some girls bring out 10 bottles of DP and Ace of Spades (yes I am so upset I missed this night, lol). Part 3 of the celebration took place in Vegas (in time for new years). They took the family plane and they rented out an entire floor in the Bellagio.
When I think of that night I couldn’t imagine one of my parent’s assets is a basketball team let alone the Lakers. For a night I was Cinderella, lol. But there is no way I could hang around someone with all of that on a regular basis, it starts to mess with your head and you become jaded. Not to mention at the end of the day I have very little in common with the wealthy, and the game is too hardcore to try and pretend I know how they roll. Nonetheless it was a fabulous evening. Go Lakers…