The 777 Tour has finally arrived in London, the sixth of seven cities in which Rihanna is performing to promote Unapologetic. Members of the press, including myself, can't wait to go home and sleep in a normal, horizontal position. Like, what is 180 degrees? I don't even know anymore. Our fatigue and frustration came to a head during our short flight from Berlin to London (which was a whopping six hours behind schedule.) Growing desparate, we decided to start chanting Rihanna's name, hoping it would lure her out of first class to come mingle with the media.
The Occupy 777 movement must have struck a chord because Def Jam reps poked their heads out from first class to tell us to calm down.
We're disappointed by the lack of access to RiRi (the only time we've interacted with her off-stage was on the first day), and delirious from lack of sleep, sketchy airplane food, and endless flight delays. We hoped that the sound of our voices in unison would bring her out, but no dice. However, the chanting started to sound more and more like a unified force. "B roll, B roll!" we repeated to ruin the footage of the documentary being filmed by Island Def Jam. Since every day on the plane has been identical to the next, we expressed our lack of material by chanting "Save our jobs!" and "Just one quote!" even moving onto "I need a headline!"
The fuckery really kicked in when an Australian journalist who was once the least popular person on the plane became a fan favorite by streaking through coach, rilng up the catatonic press corps and giving us new life. I can't tell you exactly why a dude running around naked was awesome, but it was. We're all becoming sociopaths from cabin fever, and the streaker was exactly what we needed to start laughing again. The Occupy 777 movement must have struck a chord because Def Jam reps poked their heads out from first class to tell us to calm down. We relaxed some, but mostly because we were all so tired. They sent flight attendants down the aisles with Jay-Z's D'Usse Cognac right before landingâ€”the gesture was basically a kinder way to say, "shut up."
Nothing much has happened since the revolt on #RihannaPlane, besides the fact that it took our buses fully three hours to drive us to the hotel from the airport. Rihanna's team is trying hard and treating us to a 5-star hotel, and we in turn are trying our best to stay sane. It's collective nap time, so while all of us on the 777 tour pass out for a few hours, take a look at the funniest tweets going out from the inside.