I was dripping with sweat, wearing a plastic garbage bag for a skirt, with gold sparkles stuck all over my face, neck, arms and legs that were digging into my skin like thousands of tiny sharp needles, getting high from smelling all the pot in the air, taking the occasional sip of rum from a flask that was being passed around.
There were hundreds of us there, maybe thousands — all of us having joined mas bands — waiting for Caribana (as it was called then) to start (it was already more than an hour late and we were baking in the extreme (30+) heat and humidity. An annual event, Caribana is a festival of Caribbean culture and traditions and the parade — which is a highlight of the month-long festivities — is always held on the Saturday of the August long weekend.
When I went to bed on Thursday night nothing felt different. Same thing when I woke up yesterday morning. I was meeting a former colleague for coffee, and my cleaning lady was coming, so I quickly packed up my computer and left for Starbucks.
What was unusual, though, was how quiet it was in there. At Starbucks.
It’s always crazy busy. There was no line up of people waiting to order their coffee. No crowd waiting for their lattes and cappuccinos and breakfast sandwiches and bagels to be made. You could have your pick of seats. In fact, there were only a couple of people in there.
Surprised, I checked my watch. It was 9:15. I’ve been in there much earlier and it’s been a struggle to find Continue reading →
What a week this last one turned out to be! Thursday night a fellow blogger, Evil Squirrel’s Nest, gave me the 2012 Best Blog of the Year Award. And yesterday one of my posts, Day 120 I’m Afeared, was featured on FRESHLY PRESSED, right here, on WordPress. All that, on top of you stopping by, reading my blog and taking the time to ‘like’, comment and share. Thank you so much. This is one heck of a community we’re part of. I’m so enjoying getting to know you.
I love music. Growing up there was always music playing in our house. My mother had a beautiful voice. My dad? Not so much. Me? I had a boyfriend who said he was going to start a group called Fransi and the No Tones. That should tell you everything you need to know. He silenced me forever. I don’t even sing in the shower any more. We all loved listening, though.
And of course, I still do. How do your tastes run in music? Mine are pretty eclectic. Soul. R&B. Blues. Reggae. Cuban. Afro Cuban. Some rock. Some folk. Some pop. Some classical. Some opera. Some country. Some jazz. Doesn’t leave much I don’t like, does it? Ahh, heavy metal. Thanks, but no thanks. No interest in ‘listening’ to a migraine.
Oh, I forgot. I love soca. In case you’re not familiar with it, it’s a style of Caribbean music (calypso), that originated in Trinidad and Tobago. T & T’s also famous for Carnival, an annual two-day long bacchanal held on the Monday and Tuesday before Ash Wednesday. People go from all over the world to Continue reading →