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Sunday, February 19, 2006

Carnival come back again! - Iwer


Yeah I miss home. I go read Trinidad Express and they are talking about Kiddies carnival. And I miss everything: the costume, wining with your friends for the whole day in the band, how if you were under 12 it was taboo and embarassing when a guy that liked you in primary school jumped in de band and tried to grind on you, the way the glitter was all over my body and you and your close friends would do the identical glitter design on each others face, how we could tramp for miles and miles as long as the music was playing and the adult with our money kept the snow cones and suck-a-bags coming. I loved the feeling of going on the stage and displaying your costume after waiting for hours in the morning while the entire band assembled and dressed as the morning went from cool sunrise to blazing hot midday sun.
When I got older of course you felt you were too big to play mas and too self consious to tramp about in town in basically a bra and panties b/c boys are actually checking for you now. So your carnival schedule changes and carnival begins with the Queen show the Friday night where you profile and basically never end up watching to the show unless a friend of yours is participating. Then J'ourvet where you get away with wearing the skettiest or oldest pair of short shorts you have and a top cut in all the right places...you may play with a J'ourvet band and get totally covered with paint, power or both, or you could just go down to town right after a friend's Dimache-Gras lime and literally party till the sun came up on your dutty condition and then some.
When you got older, comfortable with your body, and had the company of the friends in your dance troupe you start back playing mas and after leaving J'ourvet at maybe 12 midday you rush home to bathe eat and catch an hr sleep to be back in town for 2pm when the band assembles. Lawlessness all day, wining not too much drinking cuz you already working with the J'ourvet hangover and with the dancing in the sun you don't need another reason to be dehydrated. You hear your favorite songs as much as you want to hear it. De big truck fuh de band is like yuh own personal dj making you feel good. No Coldplay today as much as you love them....no depressing reflective music its all about now....celebrating that you your smile your body your nationality is on display and you are not ashamed or shy as you usually are and you are "relaxed". Amazing this is what carnival does for me. Yeah its a big lime but you are with friends alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll day and even the most annoying one is never annoying.

So after the mas get home around 8 bathe shower eat, back into down by10/11pm to party. Party till morning. Repeat above and go out for mas and today is more important. Today you need to wear your full costume cuz its judging day and its not totally about you its about your band so energy energy energy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After mas back home and the cycle again. Back into town and the coutdown begins b/c at 12 midnight sharp the revelry ends. So although you resolved that you're gonna look non shiny and cute in your outfit you end up sweating like ah sket at a gangbang and when Machel and Iwer say on de ground you never realize when you ended up hands on the asphalt wining wit ah snakeoil waist. (Yeah de wantoness of your friends gives you courage LOL)
Twelve come and the police shut down the music and you go home to switch on the radio and realize that the "soca switch" done and they playing Brandy's - Have you ever on the radio. WTF?!? what happen to de wutliss lyrics that was playing in my head since Christmas.
Now the true debate starts should I go to school the next day as a badge of honor has a survivor of Carnival that has the strengh replete with leftover glitter on my face, chest, arms ....it never goes away easy ppl. PPl who work generally dont go to work and go chill on the beach next day. As a school chile u mad I try to do that?!!
Then the recollections start. who wine wit who (mind you they never spoke or acknowlege each others presence but you made a new friend) whose band won de mas competion, who got drunk, what ppl wore for J'ourvet (diapers, men in bras wig and lingerie/ girls in cat suits and impossible pum pum pummie shorts lol) Who end up getting horn (bun) in public cuz when u need to wine you need a good partner so many guys and girls end up holdin de wall while their SO literally wears out the cloth covering another girl's ass. Girls who realize from if they met their man in the party with someone else (whose outfit he paid for) that they were actually the side chick and not the main squeeze like they thought.
Ahhh memories
And its worse cuz I went home for xmas so I know the songs and I felt the vibe. Dont stop giving it to me.......................................

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