What can I say…except for…prayer changes things. However it happened, Boosie showed up in the flesh Friday night at the Ambassador. Yep. The rumor spreaders and naysayers did not get the last laugh for this one because Boosie and his Christopher “Play” Martin hair game came through and blessed us with what I’m dubbing as his “Freedom Tour.” The promoters whoever they are almost didn’t let me give them the glory of telling you. They were quietly feeling themselves and trying not to show a sistah some hospitality. Thanks to Bo and Flex (two of my favorite security folks) I was able to get them to understand it would be in their best interest to let me in. I got up in the Ambassador and they took standing room only to a whole new level…as in EVERYBODY who is not VIP. It wouldn’t have been too terrible if they hadn’t been charging $50 a ticket and $100 for VIP. If I’m gonna pay $100 for Boosie, they better have me on a chaise lounge being fed grapes by Colin Kaepernick. It didn’t look as packed as I thought it would be in the general admission area, but that probably had everything to do with the sparseness of tables and folks standing shoulder to shoulder. Speaking of shoulder to shoulder, I could barely hone in on Boosie because everybody and their probation officer was on the stage while he was performing. I guess they said “If I have to stand up, it might as well be on stage where I can pretend to be important.” Boosie did exactly what I expected him to – and fairly well considering he had no breathing room. Boosie was on stage barely before midnight and did a nice selection of songs. He even threw shade at the Youngbloodz and Lil Jon by accusing them of track thievery. I did not realize how filthy his lyrics were. What can you do? The only downside of the night came when I underestimated the promptness of Boosie and therefore totally missed Young Buck and his latest facial hair landscape architecture.