You can't pick the music, but you won't pay for a thing. Such are the ups and downs of life in a rapper's posse, Joel Stein writes in Time after tagging along with Flo Rida and his crew for a night out. Stein's role? "To be the one who looked really white in case we got pulled over by the cops."
The night started outside Flo's Miami pad, hammering out the logistics. "It's like constantly trying to leave and arrive at a Jewish wedding," Stein writes. Next mission: Buying rims for Flo's Bentley, which is "exactly as boring as shopping for women's clothes." From there, it's dinner (with Dom) and a strip club (with 5,000 $1 bills). Stein was sad to leave. "Sure, there was a lot of waiting around and being very sensitive to Flo's moods, but it was fun being in a really tight group. Especially because I didn't pay for anything."