Not surprisingly, the unmistakable smell of a certain contraband item wafted through the ballroom before Snoop Dogg took the stage, but no one in the room really cares.
The guests in the cheap seats, mostly people with ties to the fashion industry, danced to the deejay's selections before hand. People in a roped off reserved section were waited on by waitresses while guards in suits kept the riffraff out.
Right now, none of that matters because the main attraction is finally performing. I'm heading back in to enjoy the show.