*Erykah Badu in Concert at the Fillmore Auditorium
February 18, 2004 - Fillmore Auditorium
Denver, Colorado United States

Erykah Badu is heavy with her second child. According to reports (from whom I’m not sure), West coast rapper The D.O.C. is the baby’s father. Representatives for Universal/Motown confirmed the pregnancy (and so do the pics above), but wouldn’t reveal if the legendary lyricist fathered baby or if he maintains a long-term relationship with Badu.

LMAO! Ha ha! The D.O.C. huh? Who would’ve thunk it? *singing* Certainly not me . . . I refuse to believe this bit of information until the lovely Ms.Badu confirms it with her own two beat-boxing lips. As you may know, Erykah has a way of making up stories, just to have herself a little fun. Last Fall she kept gossip jock/radio personality/reformed cocaine free baser/bitch ass Wendy Williams in check by responding to Wendys intrusive questions with silly, off the wall answers.

WW: So word is that you and Common broke up?
EB:: Well, actually we didn’t . . . I have three boyfriends.

WW: OK, now. . . (sounds of fingers snapping) you said you have three boyfriends. One of them is Common and the other two are members of Dead Prez?
EB: Yes ma’am. That’s how it works out. It’s a new philosophy we’re trying to bring to the United States. It’s actually and African American tradition from the Babula tribe.

WW: Interesting!! OK, which one are you having sex with because Common said it’s not with him.
EB: Actually everyone is in training right now. They are in “Badu Boot Camp” right now.

WW: OK, let me ask you this, is Andre 3000 . . . when you had him as . . .
EB: He’s an honorary member right now. He tried to go through the course, but he didn’t get all the way . . .

WW: So when was the last time Andre ran up in ya?
EB: Ran up in me?? We don’t use those type of terms.

WW: When is the last time you and Andre . . . uhh. . . had sex?
EB: Um, I don’t remember the last time. I don’t know. I have an assistant that keeps a register of that. I would have to look up the records.

WW: An assistant keeps record of when you have sex?
EB: Yes. With Andre.

WW: Well, let me ask you this. An orgy . . .
EB: It’s all mental

WW: Will it ever become physical with orgasm and all?
EB: Only with Andre 3000.

WW: So, Badu, do you masturbate?
EB: I don’t have to. I have a certain kind of mind sex that I use. I can just feel good all the time. Actually, I’m coming now.

WW: WOW! (gasping) Well, let’s put the microphone closer. Turn off the music! Let’s listen . . . I have to tell you something. I don’t believe Common has fallen a word under any of this Baduizm. I believe Common is smacking it up at the Booty Bar.
EB: This is getting boring. Wendy, I’m bored.

WW:Does your mother understand your way? Your Baduizm?
EB: Now, you know we was just entertaining you, Wendy. Just like you entertain your people . . . How old are you?

WW: Old enough to understand what’s going on right now.
EB: Love and peace everybody. Love, incense, candles, peace.

Wendy is so f**king lame. Damn, she irks me! Whatever the case may be, it’s really not any of our business. In my book Erykah will always rule supreme. She is down to earth, creative and inspiring. I love that woman.

I’ve been to every performance she has graced in Minneapolis. She burns the house down everytime. She sings from the heart and she is full of energy.
Erykah is off the chain! The last concert I attended, she gave a few members of the audience a nice splash of water to the “grill”. Yup, she emptied her water bottle all over em’ when they so rudely interrupted her performance. The guhl don’t play. I guess a few womens wanted to start a fight in the middle of her performance. They were fighting for a closer spot next to the stage in the standing room only - jam packed - crowd.

In March she will be coming to town with Floetry and you already know I’m gon’ be there. And yes, I’ll get to see the belly “on swole”. Unless she goes into labor and the concert in canceled . . . hmmmm? Anyhoo, I wish her all of the best and a healthy and safe delivery of her 2nd child.

Long story short:

I stopped at the “corner store” this evening.
I’m standing in line next to a low-budget drag queen.
He had on a leopard print faux-fur and hideous looking wig that clashed with his bumpy complexion.
His outfit was a mess and he looked like a train wreck to say the least.
He asked me if I had a mirror he could use.
Like a dumbass, I reached in my purse and handed over my MAC Studio Fix .
I paid for my things and I was ready to exit the store.
I pivot around on the good foot to retrieve my mirror from “FiFi Larue” and . . . oh, the horror!
This fool was dabbing his ugly mug with my makeup applicator!
Yes people, the bastard was straight up pretending like he was at the MAC counter and my compact was a “tester”.

Angelique: EXCUSE YOU! I said you could use my mirror, not touch up your face! What the hell ? That’s not even cool! If you want to get “beautified” like a woman, that’s all fine and dandy, but you need to have your own supply. I don’t know where your face has been! That’s not even sanitary!

“Fifi” was just standing there looking at me like he’s stuck on stupid.
He was speechless.
He looked like a four year old that didn’t know any better.
He tried to give my compact back and apologize.
I told him to keep it.
I should have been livid!
I should of cussed him out much more than I did.
I should of - could of - would of soaked him down with my pepper spray . . .
But honestly, I’m in a great mood tonight and not even a badly dressed, make-up jackin’, cross-dresser is going to steal my joy.
Besides, I needed a valid reason to hit up the MAC counter.
Life is funny is that way.