Beast Mode - Part 2

The room was sparsely filled at first, but the crowd increased exponentially as the first hour passed.  Most folks stood along side the bar, drinkless, waiting for the celebrity bartenders to pour them their first cocktail. Not us. We got on with it, and parked ourselves near the dance floor, making small talk with some of the San Francisco 12s, who had shown up in their number 24 jerseys. Again, not us. We were dressed for a night on the town. 

Up to a certain point, most of the people in the room were what one might expect to see in a night club, but they all had a single purpose other than to party: they wanted to meet Marshawn. The wait got really interesting when a 6 foot tall, blond woman, basically captured the crowd's interest for about 30 minutes. Like a reality show diva, she danced around, aiming her camera phone flash on herself as she moved. She wore thigh high red boots, a short skirt, a skimpy revealing blouse, and had a hoop piercing in her nose. Brad and I couldn't decide if her silky long mane was a wig or a weave. 

When he came into the room, it was obvious. The crowd thickened along the bar, and practically everyone's camera was aimed towards him. He was wearing a simple black tee shirt, with a long gold chain that was suspending a thick ring and a golden Beast Mode symbol. His hair was braided, and he had a black hat on his head. He looked happy, and got straight to work, lining up about 8 highball glasses in a row - filling them up as he worked his arm over the lot. This cleared out the first group, and made room for me. I was grateful the blonde woman with the flash was near, or my old iPhone 3 wouldn't have captured a thing.

The next thing I knew, the side door swung open, and Kenny Mayne walked into the room. I reached out and shook his hand as he made his way around the bar to help serve. The blonde woman was to my left, working a weight bearing pillar like a pole dancer, while I stood there wondering if I would ever get served a drink. Then he looked towards me and the lady next to me. He seemed to recognize her. We were both served a glass of wine, and shortly afterward, I learned she was Cooper Helfet's mom. The pic below has been cropped to show his face as he recognized her. I'm not apologizing for the quality, and I think he'd like it that way.