Tess Explains It All

on my 28th Birthday I flew all the way to New York City for the first time ever to celebrate. The first night out my best friend and I did it up right and found ourselves at a club sitting at a table with bottle service. I think the last time I found myself in this type of scenario was my 26th birthday. 

Shortly after we had settled into our table I noticed the rapper Fat Joe walking by! (You should know I can spot a celebrity from 5 miles away. No matter if they’re A-List or D-List I will spot them) So drunk me….I go running up to him, tap him on the shoulder and say “Fat Joe!!” He smiled and walked away. Because it was my birthday, because I was drunk and because it was a celebrity, I was determined to hang out with him, or at least get a picture with Fat Joe. 

Luckily he walked by our table again and I knew it was my moment. I ran up to him and said, “It’s my birthday! Can I please get one photo with you?” Thankfully he was sweet and said yes. After we took our picture he asked if he could buy me a drink. I felt like I had struck gold walking to the bar with Fat Joe and knowing he was going to buy me a drink. Could my birthday BE any more perfect??

As the night went on Fat Joe wouldnt really leave me alone. He kept hanging around me and flirting with me. Before I knew it… he was in love with me. We even exchanged numbers and he gave me a peck on the check when we left the club at 3am. 
The next morning when I woke up and slowly started to play the whole night back in my mind I realized there were a few clues that just didn’t add up to him being the famous rapper.
Clue 1) He said he worked construction
Clue 2) He didnt have a table at the club
Clue 3) He said he’d be in Vegas in a few months to go to the Magic Convention

Was this guy not Fat Joe?!?! I grabbed my phone and noticed a text message from him. And right away I knew I had to ask his name. “Is your name Joe? Or did I make that up?” – I asked. He replied with “Haha My name is Luis. But everyone last night thought I was Fat Joe.”

And that is the story of how on my 28th birthday in NYC I met and hung out with a nice mexican fellow named Luis.