Ahhhh...Crop Over.

I SHOULD be sleeping right now, but I had the urge to blog. Last night, I went to the last Baje International Band fete before Kadooment. Water spray, blue body paint, gorgeous fellas everywhere...what else IS there in life? When I left, my lower back was aching from all the wines and grinds I threw down.

I would like to make a few random comments about last night:

*A man near kill muh wid juk. Not that he was THAT good of a dancer, just that he was ramming me from behind like there was no tomorrow (on reading that back, it sounds a tad pornographic)! Why do guys DO that? It's not as much fun for us as they think.

*I was on lock-down for the first time in...gee, quite a while! It was flattering, yet somewhat of a hindrance.

* Drunk men just don't get it! How is my plan, to mess with that guy's head, EVER gonna work, if he's too drunk to notice??? After messin' with MY head so much, he has it friggin' coming!

A quote by N. Kukamunga:

Happiness is...not having your period on Kadooment Day.