For those who may not know, this is NOT Tamale.But this is what you can typically expect to see in a Trini Carnival fete.
Oh, the wonderful slackness!
Not a bad Sunday so far. It's Carnival Sunday here in Trini-land and I am eagerly awaiting the end of Carnival. It sounds blasphemous for a Trini to say such a thing but I am so over it. I had a good run the past couple nights - with friends dragging me out of the house, out of sadness, out of my sundress and into man-cometh outfits as I finally hit a couple of the parties, but I am looking forward to things calming down again. The good thing about these parties, besides the all-you can-eat food and all-you-can-drink premium drinks and cocktails, is that one runs into so many people you have not seen in forever, though last night I managed to run into too many former co-workers. This in itself did not bother me but as my friend, who insisted I had been in the house long enough and bought me an expensive ticket and provided transportation as well, indicated - by Wednesday, when they head back to work, we would somehow go from being friends to a couple.
Is it just that people are naturally salacious that they cannot fathom a man and a woman just being friends? He called me up, knew I was a bit blue and offered to cheer me up. No desire to have sex with me or feel me up even. I mean, he was there to check out the chicks and I was there to check out the guys. I gave him his space so that any prospectives, would not be scared to approach. The opposite could be said where I was concerned cause men don't need an excuse not to approach a woman. The dude next to me was grinding on a very pretty long haired girl, I assumed was his S.O based on the kisses she kept stealing and the territorial way she was gripping his ass. Did this stop him from staring at me all night and mouthing to me, and using his Blackberry to indicate that he wanted my number? No. Did it matter that I was there with someone? Nope. Men are strange creatures. Still, he was really hot, so I took the hunk-induced flattery and my rum-induced buzz home with me in the wee hours of this morning.
In any event, the rain is so indecisive this weekend. It held up mercifully last night, saving me from ruined hair and makeup, but I foresee a lot of the teeny weeny bikini costumes disintegrating in the downpour come Tuesday. I know some of you guys would love to be here for that!
it's carnival time here, too, of course. I haven't visited a single event yet, except one parade... big deal. But I also don't think I'm missing anything....
ReplyDeleteI WOULD love to be there for the bikini disintergration - pls take photos! And you think men are stange cretures!!!
ReplyDeleteThat does sound great fun. Bring on more rum induced buzz!
ReplyDeleteI used to love those sorts of events when I was younger, but in the end, all I did was get drunk, stand around and watch other guys get their groove on with the ladies.
ReplyDeleteI've never been a ladies man, never had the confidence to be aggressive and put the moves on a woman. So, while the other guys got laid or got phone numbers, I went home and had wet dreams. Personally, I thought I was being a gentleman and treating women with respect, but looking back, I suppose I was just rationalizing being a coward.
Rejection just kills me, it hurts me more than being kicked in the balls. I guess you can tell, I take things way too personally and seriously.
To be frank, that's the only thing about being older that I don't mind. I no longer have to play those games, or wonder if a woman finds me attractive because now, I know she doesn't. So, there's no need to waste the energy.