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New Orleans, September 24, 2016 Source: Parkwood Entertainment

7:00 AM: It’s entirely too early but I haven’t packed a thing and need to buy deodorant. Note: Husband likes to use my deodorant and misplaced it. 

8:50 AM: I’m leaving Walgreens with the aforementioned deodorant and heading to Almesha’s house.

9:17 AM (I think): I’m outside of Almesha’s house, she has breakfast (I was out of strawberries and skipped my breakfast smoothie). We hit the road.

11 something AM: We eat lunch, drop off our bags, Paw Paw gives me several kisses, and we put on a light layer of makeup. It will be hot and humid in New Orleans and I didn’t want my foundation dripping off my face.

1 something PM: We park at the edge of the French Quarters (and it’s still hot as hell). We walk through the French Market. I smile but internally (because I don’t like to show emotion). Being home always makes me happy. Anyway, we look at all of the cool art, handmade jewelry and other weird stuff. We stop for Pralines (of course, I get the one with booze in it). It’s still hot. We finally make it to Cafe Du Monde and the line is entirely too long and being that it’s hot as hell, I remember there’s one in the Riverwalk so we head there.

2 something PM: We arrive at the cooler Cafe Du Mondale and split an order of beignets. Almesha gets powder on her clothes. We then head upstairs and spot a beauty kiosk. Almesha needs to get a couple of things done so I run a very important errand while she waits… I head to Fat Tuesday’s.

4:30 PM: It’s time to head back to the car, it’s a long walk from where we are. We then take a quick detour to my grandma’s house to drop off flax seed and fiber powder to my mom. Apparently, this is not sold in New Orleans.


5:15 PM: We park at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome and get in line. According to the tickets, the doors open at 5:30. Guess what, 5:30 comes and goes and they don’t let us in until 6:30.

7 something PM: A drunk woman and her girlfriend sits next to us. They’re from Chicago where the tickets were super expensive but apparently it was cheaper to book flights and a hotel room in New Orleans versus tickets there. I think they’re an entertaining couple but Almesha thinks they’re weird. The drunk woman who happens to be white asks us our age and tells us “black don’t crack.” She asks if we’re married and we say yes. She’s excited because she found new lesbians friends but we inform her that we are married to men and they are home, maintaining the household. Like real men do.

8:04 PM: DJ Khalid comes out screeching and I’m not impressed. I want Big Freedia (The Queen Diva) to open. I sent this request on social media ages ago. Surprisingly, he’s really good. Really. I don’t get up to dance unlike drunky to my left. After, Almesha and I spend the next several minutes judging people.

8:15 PM: There is a video with a woman by the name of Ingrid rapping. I thought we saw the last of “Ingrids” in the 1960s. I take a mental note to Google her the next day (which I did and ended up buying the song “Fun”). I really like the music that’s playing, I don’t listen to the radio. I think that Beyoncé should compile this into a CD and sell it.

9:01 PM: I’m getting restless, it’s past my bedtime. At this point, I feel like I should be doing something more productive. I wonder if Beyoncé would let me go to one of her booths and help sell merch. I might as well make a little spending money while I’m waiting.

Maybe 11 minutes later PM: The lights go out and a video starts playing on this giant screen. 3 minutes later, Formation starts playing. Beyonce and her dancers start walking out but then I hear Freedia. I jump out of my seat and start screaming. I haven’t screamed since 85′, during my birth.

What’s up, New Orleans? Did you come to get slayed or what? Oh yes Mrs. B coming at the girls heavy, girl down! I did not come to play with you hoes, I came to slay bitch! I like cornbread and collard greens. You better believe it, girl down! Slay. Slay. Slay. Are you ready New Orleans? The one and only, you best to get ready because she came to slay. And the Queen!

Watch a video of her introduction here.

For the next two hours, we enjoyed songs from Lemonade and mixes and remixes of previous hits. There was lighting, flames, fireworks, confetti, water, and even acrobatics. If you weren’t close to the stage, no problem. The giant box and 2 screens to the left and right displayed the concert. And, it was packed. People were all the way in the nosebleed section. Apparently, this is where we would’ve been if Almesha hadn’t upgraded our tickets! Thank you girl!!!

It was truly magical, it’s hard to explain. Of course she looked perfect, is the best performer and sounds great live but so did her band, dancers and backup singers. Speaking of looking perfect, there was a lot of people dressed up. New weaves, stilettos and a full face of makeup in a dark arena. I’m not judging (maybe I am) but weren’t the tickets enough of a cost? 

Shortly after 11:00 PM: Wow, its over. It has to be quite a feeling to have so many people be there to see her. Night after night. Giving her all of their money. She does all of this and I can’t event finish a measly dissertation for a little PhD.

12:37 PM: Bedtime!

6:00 AM: Stupid birds chirping, I guess it’s time to wake up.

7:33 AM: We eat breakfast and get gas.

*We arrive back in Jackson entirely too fast, I won’t tell the time for fear of implicating myself* 

10:30 AM: Back to bed I go.


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Oh, I nearly forgot to mention. This was my first concert, ever!

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Kind of an awesome title, right? It came to me during church while I should’ve been paying attention to the sermon. Anyway… On Saturday, Beyoncé’s visual album entitled Lemonade debuted on HBO (I think). I’m not entirely sure because it could’ve been released on HBO before, during or after it was released on TIDAL. Speaking of TIDAL, they finally got me.

I’ve always understood its existence but was cool with Pandora and Spotify which are both free. Then, I deleted them because I needed more space on my phone. Most recently, I’ve been leaning heavily on YouTube where I can create playlists and also listen for free.

When Kanye told us his newest album would only be available via TIDAL I started thinking about subscribing but wasn’t convinced. Then, Rihanna released her album but I was still a bit unbothered. It took Beyoncé to nudge me. Lucky me, they offer student rates so it’ll only cost me $4.99. Since then, I’ve listened to Beyoncé’s entire album a few times, Prince (RIP), Faith Evens and Maroon 5. Initially, I thought TIDAL only had music from Jay Z and his homeboys but there is a very large catalog. Oh and it includes other exclusive crap I don’t care about. For a 60 day free trial, use this link. You’re welcome.

So, I like Lemonade but it’s likely that the music will have to grow on me. It’s different, which I like but I’m not totally obsessed. The song I like least is “Don’t Hurt Yourself” featuring Jack White. I was surprised because I’m a fan of Jack White but not today. Of course I have to blame him, I can’t directly blame Beyoncé for fear for my life. So far, my favorite song is “Love Drought.” However, what I favor most is the visuals and it has nothing to do with me being from New Orleans and favoring the Louisiana backdrop.

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As with anything Beyoncé does, fans, scholars and conspiracy theorists try to dissect the lyrics. Did Jay Z cheat? Is Rachel Roy a home wrecking whore? Is Beyoncé the new voice of feminism and black nationalism? Is she the new leader of the new world order? The answer is I don’t know. I should be writing my dissertation instead playing around with you guys.

Have you watched and or listened to Lemonade yet? Did TIDAL get you too? Is Beyoncé the Antichrist? What do you think?!

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