Hi y’all. Those of you who were wondering where I got to (again), you’re about to find out. I had a birthday last Wednesday and I’ve been celebrating since last Tuesday. Yes folks, the stroke of midnight met me being flipped upside down by some midget Latino – who was an excellent dancer by the way. Needless to say, since I was wearing a dress, the entire club saw my underwear. Also needless to say I became quite popular after that stunt. This was on the heels of the Algerian guy who was teaching me how to merengue. Which went well until I realised the rock hard thigh that was rubbing against my leg was actually a rock hard erection. Shudder.
Wednesday I went to dinner and to see Chicago. Man oh man, those girls had some bodies on them. Hell in a basket. The men weren’t bad either. Especially the one that was wearing the spandex trousers. Hot Dog! I tell you, an ass to marry and put in house yes.
Thursday was drinks with the good folks here at work where I was introduced to vodka lemonade and the wonders of permanent marker. I won’t go into any details but I will say it was quite easy to tell who’d remained in the pub after eleven by the black marks all over their body. I tell you, scrubbing the word "boob" written in permanent marker off your breast is a HELLUVA task.
Okay, so Friday, ‘twas back for drinks (I tell you, these English, Irish and Aussies will be the ruination of me). Saturday – or hor – Saturday was spent drinking, sorry, DRIVING, DRIVING, through the countryside, shopping, samba dancing at a Brazilian club and getting tipsy off of mojitos and a Sex on the Countertop. Sunday was more shopping – New shoes! New shoes! – and a “soca bashment” filled with the tirsest West Indian men I have ever encountered. Yuh girl deck off in hot shorts and hooker boots and everybody else in vest and jeans. But it felt GOOD to twist up meh spine and roll up meh bamcee.
The feteing continues tonight but I’m not sure as yet what I’ll be up to. But I’ll keep you posted. Whenever I get up.