Went to the Apollo around 5pm. The line was so long that a friend had moved from 128th to 125th St. in a mere 3 hours and still hadn't turned the corner. I don't know if she made it in. Outside people seemed happy to just hang out.






Loved the guy with the JB ventriloquist dummy.


We got a t shirt





At the end, we went to Amy Ruth's to eat southern food. We ordered every kind of southern fried chicken, every side, including mac and cheese and collard greens. There was a point when we were tearing chicken pieces apart and I said, "It's like we've never eaten food before."
You might've had to be there.


For more (better) pics see Cary Conover's shots at the Voice.