Stacy's Faith and Stars: July 2014

I’m constantly perusing the web for interesting stories, news and updates of any kind. In doing so I stumbled across an article that I found to be quite intriguing on Worthly.com entitled, “12 People Who Oprah Made Rich”. The list included each person and their subsequent worth as of April 25, 2014, when the article was written. Perhaps I thought this was most interesting because I have always wondered what it would be like to meet her, work for her, or have a lavish gift bestowed upon me from her. Really, haven’t we all at some point in time thought that? Wishful thinking I suppose. Just like I wonder what it would be like to turn 30-years-old and have a net worth of $31.5 billion. Yep, $31.5 billion is what Facebook creator and Instagram owner Mark Zuckerberg is worth. Is it possible for the thought of something to be amusing and torturesome at the same time? Daydreaming while sitting at my desk in Corporate America-living what is supposed to be the American dream, about all the things I would do if I had a few a billion, a million or even a few thousand is indeed…torturesome. Who am I kidding; things could be a lot worse. So I’ll sip my Starbucks and check my Facebook timeline for the 20^th time today, while watching the clock praying that 6pm arrives with a sense of expediency.

If only money grew on trees!

Until then I'll keep praying for a great opportunity or to come up with a cool invention.

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I’ve traveled to the Big Apple quite a few times, for leisure, family reunions, wedding dress shopping, and conferences. There is always so much to do in so little time. This time around was no different. From seeing Dave Chappelle and Erykah Badu at Radio City Music Hall, to watching the Yankees defeat the Red Sox in a 6 to nothing win. Having visited the city many times, this time was the most fun!

Radio City Music Hall: Dave Chappelle and Erykah Badu

Nearly a decade ago, Dave Chappelle came to my college campus to put on his standup show. I was a fan of his comedic sketches and thought that I would regret it if I were to miss out on seeing him live. That time around I did regret it, though. We were in an arena that holds just over 10,000 people and of course the show was sold out. That was nearly 10 years ago when his fame was at its peak. My husband and I were still dating at the time and I thought it was a great idea to see a comedienne we both found mutually hilarious. That night my opinion of Dave shifted. As we sat in the sold out arena next to a white couple, I can recall feeling unbelievably uncomfortable. As Dave ranted on and on about the flaws that plagued the Black community. I squirmed in my seat as he exposed the secrets of generations that I thought should never me mentioned among culturally mixed company. I couldn’t help but notice the White couple beside me, and every other race of people in attendance, who seemed to be having the time of their lives at what felt like at my personal expense.

Fast forward 10 years later after I vowed to my husband that I would never see Dave again-I didn’t think my conscious could handle what felt like the humiliation of my entire race once more. Fast forward to Dave’s Oprah interview and his revelation that people were laughing at him and not with him. That in and of itself made me forgive him by the way. Fast forward to his obvious growth and maturity and there I sat, again with my boyfriend turned husband, in Radio City Music Hall awaiting the return of Dave Chappelle to the stage after nearly a 10-year hiatus. There was something noticeably different about him. He was nervous; you could see it on his face. This time around he wore a suit, taking himself more seriously, and making me laugh harder than I had at just about any of his sketches. He proved critics wrong with his 10 sold-out and perfectly put-together shows, accompanied by some pretty amazing musical guests. That night I witness greatness reemerge in him. He was just as funny as I remembered, and I wasn't the least bit uncomfortable.

Erykah Badu was the musical guest. I have always been a fan of Erykah. This is the first time I’ve seen her in concert. If you’ve never had the chance, you should! I was mesmerized. Her voice was so pure it was practically angelic. Erykah hypnotized me with her orchestra and band combination, as she powered over every instrument there. Truthfully, I would have been just as happy had she showed up with an acoustic guitar player and a microphone. It seems like long gone are the days when a woman can simply show up, fully clothed, and let her voice speak the language of which a thousand nations can understand. Ms. Badu was born to sing. At 46-years-old she puts most current female singers to shame. She is art. Her voice is her craft and her body is never put on display to be fawned over. If only more people would take note, remembering what real music looks, feels and sounds like. Erykah Badu is the truth!

A Legacy to Celebrate: New York Yankees vs. Boston Red Sox

The Yankees won 6 to 0! I would have loved to see the crowd erupt with excitement had Derek Jeter hit a home run. Retiring at the close of this season, his 20-year Yankee career will end with a 3rd place home run record. He's 3rd only to Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig!