I have a funny story about Jasmine Sullivan.
So I currently live in Philly, and Jasmine is from Philly. She also does a lot of her recording here, I'm told.
Anyway, when I first moved to Philly years back, I got a job as a server in the Center City (downtown area of Philly).
One night, on like a Tuesday, I'm asked to take a to-go order from the kitchen to the lobby of the restaurant for a guest waiting to pick up. No biggie.
Anyway, as I round the corner from the dining room and come into the lobby, I see a woman standing there in a dark green trench-coat and a long,
glorious weave. Like, you could tell it was the good, expensive shit. Even from the back. Dark black, waves for days.
As I approach her, the woman turns around, and it's Jasmine Sullivan.
This was the same year "Need U Bad" was slaying the airwaves, but she still wasn't super well-known outside of R&B fans, and I guess she was hungry, which was why she was picking up her own food.
Anyway, I almost
completely lost my shit, but I managed to contain myself enough to only blurt out, "OMG! Are you Jasmine Sullivan!?" Rude, I know, but I was completely blindsided. It took all I had to not just queen out.
And I'll never forget it: Here I am, super excited, goofy ass smile on my face, and Jasmine looks me dead in the eye, completely black expression, and is just like, "
NOPE! Is that my food?"
I felt so stupid. I mean, I KNEW it was her. In my head I was like
why is she lying to me? ;__;
Told her yeah, that was her food. She grabbed the bag, and without another word, walked right on out the restaurant.