Reunion – Day 5
Sunday was July 4 itself and my gracious hosts brought me out to the sticks to their family home for dinner. Lucky for me, they ground their own approximation of the Pat LaFrieda burger mix and made St. Louis gooey butter cake to bring for dessert. I pretty much ate only that the entire day.
That night at Essence festival was my very reason for attending. Mary J. Blige was headlining, with none other than Jill Scott opening for her. Two of the most incredible voices of our times. Jill tore the house down and Mary built it right back up. Jill channeling Isaac Hayes or George Clinton with crazy pychedlic 70s fashions and silhouetted go-go dancers, with a marvelous Afro, dancing and laughing and being her all around radiant self. And being at a Mary J. Blige concert is like being in church. Laughing, crying, celebrating, and most importantly singing along every single word. The entire audience – all 50,000 concertgoers – clings to and sings every single word, probably just like they do in their cars, showers, or anywhere else. I didn’t take any pictures. I was literally caught up in the rapture of the moment. (Except when I was elbowing chicks in the VIP for the chicken satay.) It didn’t disappoint!