Scene at a Hairdressers
I know. I know. I don’t blog enough.
So I was at my hairdressers on Saturday getting my hair did. I love going to my hairdresser. She is so funny. I love her attitude and I love her salon, which is in her home. I love her kids they are adorable and I love her family, which comes and goes while you are getting your hair did.
So I am getting my hair did and my hairdresser and I are discussing a recent episode of O.pr.ah with St.eve Ha.rv.ey. First, I need to say that I am not taking advice from a dude who has been married three times. Seriously, you are an expert on getting a woman, but clearly not an expert on *staying* with a woman. Also, his book was a lot of common sense, but apparently a lot of woman are lacking common sense. Anyhow, we were talking about a lady who was on the show. She was all confuzzled about how to stay a virgin, give up (some of) the booty and gather respect from the dudes she’s dating. I know, she’s trying to hard. You can’t do all those things at once…obviously, but no one was telling her that. Instead they were laughing at her ass on the show. Someone needed to tell her that, if she wants to have s.ex she should just have it and stop wringing her hands about it.
My hairdresser asks me about it and I laugh it off say that she needs to be more secure and stop caring so much about what people think. There’s this myth that men don’t like hoish women. Wrong. Plenty of men try to wifey up hos. Look at Ti.ger Wo.ods and Re.ggi.e Bu.sh to name just two.
I digress. So, an older woman also getting her hair did asks what we are talking about. My hairdresser goes all out telling her older woman about how the young lady on the show was getting dudes to give her or.al se.x, but still claims she’s not giving or.al se.x and wants to know if that falls within the parametres of Ste.ve’s arbitrary three month rule. Then the older woman says the comment that has had my mind spinning ever since. She says “Or.al s.e.x?!? That’s the worst kind.” What the fuckedy fuck?! What does that even mean? No seriously. What the FUCK does that even mean?? I think (and trust me when I say I need to seriously stretch my mind to get to where she is) she means in terms of her being a ‘good’ Christian woman she would never even consider having the dirty, nasty or.al s.ex. To which I say, “You don’t know what you are missing lady”. Honestly, when I hear older woman with such repressive, sex negative ideas I wonder if they have ever had an orgasm. I know it’s kind of gross and to think about, but seriously I wonder if they even have ever had any fun in the bedroom. I mean she thinks or.al s.ex is the worst kind of s.ex. Think about that for a second. I hope nobody tells her about a.n.al s.ex. Lol. Clearly, she has never tried it or she wouldn’t have such a ridiculous and stupid idea. Seriously. And please show me where in the bible it says you can’t have o.ra.l se.x or where it says that ora.l s.ex is bad. I swear Christians are too busy policing the private business of their parishoners with stupid made-up bullshit. Sorry for the rant, but I have been seriously thinking about this for DAYS now. The worst kind of s.ex. That’s some of the stupidest shit I’ve heard in a minute.
I saw Mocha for the first time in forevah a few weekends ago. We caught up and she told me all about that crazy bitch we use to be friends with. I laughed and laughed at all the craziness she told me. My favourite part (and trust me when I say there were many to choose to from) was how she told me the crazy bitch started a blog about her. That struck me as too funny. Crazy bitch has a lot of nerve starting a blog about anyone. She better hope we don’t all get together and start a blog about her crazy ass. Plus, I told Mocha not to worry about it because all people need to do is consider the source. Who are people going to believe? Is anyone really going to believe a sociopathic woman, who has no friends who’ve known her for longer than a six months? I think not. It just takes time for everyone to see the crazy for themselves. Honestly, I learned so much from that “friendship”. But the number one thing is to never trust anyone who doesn’t have any (and I mean not *one* because she’s a crazy bitch) long time friends. That’s some wisdom from me to you.
Toodles,
miz jj
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I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaack…kinda.
Hey y’all,
I have been considering coming back to blogging for awhile. I wanted to come back during the US election, I did want to blog about Sa.ra.h Pa.li.n, I wanted to come back after Ob.am.a won and I definitely wanted to come back after Sa.lo.n wrote that offensive piece about the soon-to-be First Lady’s backside, but I was consumed with too much rage at the time. Also, my renewed interest in Canadian politricks has really made me wanna come back. RIght now all I will say about that is St.ep.hen H.ar.pe.r=EPIC FAIL. Whoa could anyone be a worst leader?!?
Anyhow, I am back, but mostly to pimp out my friend’s new site. Mocha is back. That inspired me to come back at least to pimp her site. So, if anyone still reads this blog go visit Mocha. Donate if you can (every little bit helps), or just read about her upcoming adventure. It definitely sounds fascinating.
More to come,
Miz JJ
P.S. Ya’ll can also follow me on Twitter. I am loving the twitter.
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Fire!
I know it’s been a minute. No excuses, just the truth. It’s been awhile.
Went to go see Polly’s new place…finally. CNTM, Red, Baby Red and myself made the trek to Polly’s new home. It’s gorgeous and I am not just saying that because she is my friend. I say that because she has already put her unique inprint on the place and is making it her home rather than simply a house, or a “show piece”. I love it and I hope she is happy in it for long while.
A new friend of mine L-Boogie had her stagette last night. I met her via Miz Kiki, but she was too sick to attend, so CNTM and I went to enjoy a few martinis with L-Boogie before she jumps the broom. CNTM and I arrive and L-Boogie is a bit concerned because her best friend whom we’ll call The Dummy is not back yet. You may be wondering why someone’s best friend would leave their best friends stagette…right? Why a soon-to-be-bride would be worrying about someone else on her staggette. Well, The Dummy wanted to go off and flirt with some dude she works with, even though she is married. Yah, you read that right. It was all a bit tacky for my taste. However, I felt a bit bad for L-Boogie because she was worried that something would happen. I told her that anything that would happen was clearly planned by The Dummy. Seriously, The Dummy took this opportunity to get her freak on knowing her hubby wouldn’t be wondering about his wife because she is supposedly out with ‘the girls’. My friends better never try to use me to lie to their husbands because I will not be doing it. Uh uh. Do not put me in that situation. I don’t like cheating and I will not be endorsing/enabling it. That behavior is low, tacky and in poor taste. Anyhow, L-Boogie calls some 2 hours later from the dude’s phone asking where we are? The same place you left us you stupid bitch…waiting on your ass, so we can go to the club. So ridiculous. She comes in and there was a definite chill. The rest of the women were avoiding her it was if we feared that her skanky germs would infect us. LOL. I am not trying to talk about The Dummy out of turn because I really don’t know her like that, but her actions were a bit suspect. Ok, a whole lot suspect.
On to the title of the post. There was a small fire in my apartment building this afternoon. Everything is all good now, but when the alarm went off my heart started to race. I put on some pants and began to quickly scan my apartment for what to take? I had seconds to decide. I threw some stuff into my purse specifically: a photo album, my cell phone, my agenda, my iPod, my digital camera, then I ran out the door and down the stairs. As I sat outside in the cold I thought about everything I owned going up in flames. What would I really miss? What wouldn’t I miss? I am happy to say that all of it was replaceable. Even the stuff I had decided to take my so-called ‘valuables’ were all replaceable, except for the photo album. I remembered to take it because in junior high school my friend’s house burned to the ground. They lost everything and the thing she said she missed the most were her baby pictures. Out of everything. Question for the readership, if I still have any readers is ‘If your house was engulfed in flames what would you take?’
Thankfully not homeless,
Miz JJ
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*Redacted*
*Side Note*
Redacted means to obscure or remove (text) from a document prior to publication or release.
December 2007
I was in Trinidad driving around with my cousin (Mr. Business) when it came on the radio. I stopped dancing and looked over at him. I could see he was having a hard time controlling himself. He was trying to stop himself from desolving into fits of laughter, while still navigating the teeny, tiny road. I hadn’t heard the song in a minute and I just rolled my eyes. In my head I was thinking, if I never heard this stupid song again it would be too soon.
Carnival — February *redacted*
I am in Trinidad for my first Carnival and I am beyond excited. I am going to be playing mas for the first time in Trinidad and going to all the tents and all the shows. My cousins were still young and trying to avoid the real responsibility they could see coming, so they were into music. They wanted to be producers, but settled themselves into throwing parties. On this night our immediate families would be at this fête not to mention 200 other guests who had paid a nice chunk of change to attend. I was sitting with my cousin’s boring ass girlfriend (What? I can say that now. She’s out the picture…not that the new one is much better) chatting when this dude comes up to us. We are sitting outside the main hall. He was cute, but I am not one to flirt with men in front of family. I like to keep my business private and that is not going to happen, if I give my digits to some dude in a room packed with not only my immediate family, but also numerous cousins, aunties, uncles etc., however this dude was bold. He was not just going to leave me alone. What to call him…I know…Too Much Offensiveness.
TMO: Hey baby. He leans in closer leering at my chest. You are looking real good.
Me: Moving back and beginning to grimace. Thanks.
TMO: So, did you come to this party — he looks around clearly unimpressed — to hear me sing?
Me: Umm, no. I came because my cousins are throwing this party.
TMO: Ahhh. Giving me a shit-eating grin. You’re not from here.
Me: That’s right, I am not from here. My voice is dripping with sarcasm.
TMO: You sound– giving a fake thinking look (hand under chin) — Canadian. I can tell. I travel a lot. Actually, I am going to be in Montreal after carnival performing. You should come see me.
Me: I don’t think so. That’s pretty far from where I live. I am on the West Coast of Canada.
With that I feel I have dismissed him, I turn away and begin to say something to my cousin’s girlfriend. I look up and he is still smiling/leering at me.
TMO: I have to go perform now. We will talk later.
Me: Yah…sure.
My cousin’s girlfriend can not believe what I have just done.
CBAG: Do you know who that was?!?!??
Me: Um, no. A singer?
CBAG: Girrrrl…dat is *redacted*. His song is so hot right now. You just finish telling me how much you does love that song. Mr. Business had to work real hard to get him here.
Me: Oh, that’s…*redacted*. Interesting. He’s cute, but that entire come on was a bit much. I think he’s on next let’s go inside.
We move into the main hall and CBAG walks over and starts talking to Mr. Business and his brother. Then she moves over to my stepdad and his sister (Mom of Mr. Business) and starts chatting them up. They look over at me. My stepdad is laughing. I walk over to Mama J and ask her if she wants a drink. I can tell I am going to need some alcohol to make it through this night. She says no and I walk over to the bar.
As the bartender is handing me my drink I hear his voice “I met a girl here tonight…a special girl…this song is for you my darling…because you *redacted*”. I whip around and TMO is on stage singing. Not only is he singing the song I use to really like, which would eventually become a cross over hit in North America and Europe, tormenting me for months/years to come, he is pointing at me and smiling at me, while he is singing. I am stunned. I want to run, but where? So many people are staring. I just stand there and sip my drink, half smiling, half scowling. I can’t believe this dude is singing *redacted* to me in front of my entire family. Mr. Business is mouthing the words to me as well. CBAG is just staring at TMO mesmerized. My stepdad is whispering to Mama J.
As TMO finishes his set and I walk over to my stepdad and Mama J. They are both smiling that “you are about to get made fun of” smile. I brace myself, but I was raised to handle fatigue. Mama J wonders how it is I came to meet TMO and why it is that he is dedicating songs to me? My stepdad asks if *redacted* is my new boyfriend and ponders aloud when he’ll get to meet him. Mama J comments that *redacted* would not make a good first song at a wedding and that I’ll need to pick something else. I stupse and try to explain when CBAG runs up and asks me, if that is not the most romantic/sweetest thing ever? I give her the side eye and am thinking she has lost her damn mind. I open my mouth to say something, when out of the corner of my eye I can see that TMO is approaching the family table. I can’t believe this ish.
TMO glides up and asks me how I enjoyed my song. I laugh and tell him that *redacted* is not my song. He just smiles and raises an eyebrow. As he hands me a piece of paper, he tells me to call him. He says that he is leaving to do another show, but he definitely wants to make time to see me while we’re both in Trinidad. I nod and mumble something as a reply. At this point I would say anything to make him go away. I can see that a lot of people are staring. I dislike being the centre of attention. Then out of nowhere he leans down and kisses me on the cheek before sauntering off. I can hear Mr. Business laughing from across the room.
Needless to say my family did not let me forget that for incident for a long, long while. Also, TMO and his song just became more and more popular. I could not escape him. He was being interviewed on TV and was in every single newspaper on the island. My family would always tease me about it anytime *redacted* came on the radio, which was about five hundred times a day. Of course, I never called him.
December 2007
I turned the radio to a different station. “No need to hear *redacted* from that one hit wonder,” I say. Mr. Business is still laughing. He says “Gyal…you coulda been Mrs. *redacted*”. I looked him dead in the eye and say “I much prefer being Miz JJ”.
Still *redacted*,
Miz JJ
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Happy New Year!!
I am back. Trinidad was good. Parts were good and parts were not so good, however instead of focussing on the bad I will say overall it was enjoyable. I enjoyed being away from the cold. I enjoyed the ocean and playing beach bum in Tobago for a few days before returning to Trinidad to drink copious amounts of beer in rum shops with my cousins. I am in serious need of a detox diet! I am enjoying my tan. I think I might be going to a tanning salon to keep up this bad boy. I am kidding…sorta. I am enjoying all the soca I am hearing because this year carnival is so early (Feb 4-5) they were calling it Christival. I kid you not December 26 the parang was finished and the soca had started. A few of my (many) fave jams include: Unconditional Love by Mac.hel Mon.ta.no, Breathless by Bla.xx & R.oy Ca.pe, Right Dey by K.es Ba.n.d. I am sad I am going to miss the festival, but I am definitely going next year. All those who want to come…well, you know my e-mail address.
I do feel refreshed and I feel like I have a few ideas to blog about. I hope you all had a great holiday season.
Freezing,
Miz JJ
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Going, going…
So, I have not been blogging much. Not sure why. I have things to say, but I am just not sure this is the forum to do it. Anyhow, I am off to Trinidad for a few weeks to spend the holidays with my family. Hopefully, I will feel rejuvenated when I get back. I think I still have a few good stories left in me.
Peace and blessings to you and yours over the holiday season.
Beach bound,
Miz JJ
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Conversations with The Girls
I know. It’s been awhile. My energy for blogging is waning again. Also, I can read blogger at work now, but I can not view or post comments, so I am reading even if I am not posting comments on those of you still using blogger. On to the post.
I love my friends. I call them The Girls. They are funny, witty, beautiful, bitchy and unbelievable. They make this city bearable. Trust.
Cast of characters:
Polly: We call her Polly because she sees the good in everything. Especially when it comes to relationships. She is a new home owner (Yay Polly!) and I love our conversations. I usually end up busting a gut.
Red: My old roommie and a new mommy. I never thought I could live with someone for three years. I think it helped she had her own room. Plus, she’s not as sweet as she looks, which I love.
Miz Kiki: Went to the same university, partied at the same clubs, but only met after we moved and became boring and responsible. When I first met her I thought she was a bitch and she thought I was fantastic. A quick friendship was born. She’s just such a good person.
CNTM: Weren’t really that close, but became tight last year. Looks like a stereotypical dumb blonde, but is actually a funny, smart, sarcastic blonde. Does crazy things when she’s had a few dranks.
Here are a few funny snipets of conversations that made were funny…at least to me.
On Dating:
Polly: I found a dude for you. He is on my beach volleyball team. He is really cute. I am going to find out if he’s single.
Miz JJ: Well…
Polly: No…don’t worry he’s black, so it’s all good.
Miz JJ: Um, thanks, but if he lives in this city that is not exactly a ringing endorsement.
Polly: C’mon you need to get out there!
Miz JJ: Look Pol, have I ever tried to set you up?
Polly: No.
Miz JJ: You’re welcome.
On Dating…again:
Polly: So I was dating this Iranian guy.
Miz JJ: Uh huh..yah.
Polly: I made him pasta and he got all pissed at me because I used chicken instead of shrimp and it got me think to what our life would be like together. I mean do you know what I thinking?
Miz JJ: Of the movie ‘Not Without My Daughter’?
On the TV Show ‘The Hills’:
CNTM: You are so ‘the Lauren’.
Miz JJ: Obviously, I am ‘the Lauren’. Thank God we no longer talk to ‘the Heidi’.
CNTM: Yah, ‘the Heidi’ is a bitch on the show and in real life.
At the Halloween party we went to recently:
Miz JJ to Miz Kiki: What are you suppose to be?
Miz Kiki: Pocahontas.
Miz JJ: More like ‘Pocahoochie.’
CNTM: More like ‘Come give that hoochie a poke.’
At the Club after an annoying dude walks away:
Miz JJ to CNTM: Ugh, what did he want?
CNTM: He was asking about ‘the Heidi’.
Miz JJ: Meh. What did he say?
CNTM: The usual he asked why he hasn’t seen us out with her in awhile. Oh and he asked what happened to her. He said that he did not even recognize her the last time he saw her. That ‘the Heidi’ looked 50.
Miz JJ: *dead*
On Pets:
CNTM: I think I am going to get a cat….
Miz Kiki: Awww….
Miz JJ: Ew.
CNTM: Yah, I am going to name it Boyfriend.
*laughter*
CNTM: That way when people ask “How’s it going? I will say ‘Not good…boyfriend puked on my couch.’”
At Brunch:
Miz JJ: So I totally fucked up that situation, but whatever being single is what it is. It’s part of your life, so people need to stop acting like it’s a curse.
Red: It’s hard for me to say anything. I have never been single if I haven’t wanted to be.
Miz JJ: Bitch.
At McDonald’s after the Halloween party:
Miz JJ: What’s going on?
Miz Kiki: CNTM has handcuffed herself to a McDonald’s employee.
Miz JJ: What?!?
CNTM: Look…meet my new boyfriend!
Miz JJ: I thought you were just going to get a cat.
At the Wine & Food Show:
Miz JJ: There are no absolutely no hotties here.
Random nosey dude: Hey…what about me?
Miz JJ: Except for you, you are totally hot.
Random nosey dude: Heh, heh, heh…thanks.
CNTM: You are such a good liar.
Love you bitches,
Miz JJ
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E-mail I got from Dr. P
Dr. P is an old friend of mine from my undergrad days. He is one of my favorite boys. He has all the traits I like in boys. He is funny, smart, sarcastic and of course self-depreciating. Oh and he can cook. When we were both student interns I would show up at his apartment, harass his roommates and demand that he cook me dinner. He would call me names and then feed me. It worked out so well for both of us. Anyhow, he sent me this e-mail last night (my responses are in italics):
Does that get me on your blog?
*explanation*
He wrote a long academic piece about the Sopranos. It was full of big words and jargon, but what can you expect from someone who is still ensconced in the world of academia. That piece did not make the blog, but this one did.
*end of explanation*
When do I get on your blog? Seriously? I think I deserve a whole post to myself.
This is your post buddy…all to yourself.
I’m funny…I have stuff to say…why does everyone else get props on your blog (I mean, aside from the fact that you see most of them on a regular basis). And I mean, seriously, what’s the deal with blogs? Its not a web…its not a log. They should call it a journet. Or a nournal. Or Roundtine!
Yes, Dr. P. You are hysterical.
Sorry…that was my first and last attempt at a Seinfeld impersonation…especially to you…because Michael Wilbon told me (well…everyone listening to Bill Simmons PodCast) that black people don’t watch Seinfeld.
Bill Simmons is a sports writer for ESPN that we (Doctor P and me) enjoy reading and then bashing mercilessly. Actually, there is a blogger that I stopped reading after they plagarized an entire Bill Simmons article. That and the blogger was a bit of a douche. I have used material from outside sources on this blog, but if it wasn’t mine I said so. I digress. Bill Simmons is this stupid frat boy who sometimes writes funny shit about basketball, but there is definitely a bit of a classist/racist undertone to his writing, which Dr. P and me enjoy mocking. Oh and black people do watch Seinfeld, or at least they use too.
Anyways…seriously…hope you’re doing well.
I am doing well. I can not wait for my next trip in December and I am planning another trip around Easter. I can not say when I am next coming to Toronto as that city is about to become even more tainted. More details on that off-line.
I am in fact…just a little drunk…not to sober…not too drunk…just like Goldilocks and her bears…only without the colonial-imperialist connotations.
Dr. P drunk e-mails. You know how some people drink and dial. Dr. P drins and e-mails, but it works for him. As do most things, although he would deny it. Hope all is well with you Dr. P. We’ll chat soon.
xox,
Miz JJ
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A Hair Story
I braided my hair for Miami Carnival. I wanted a style that would be easy. I did not want to be washing, blow drying and curling my hair in all that Miami humidity. The only problem with braiding my hair is that people at my new job have never seen my hair braided. I knew they would have some comments, but I was ready for it. I vowed not to get annoyed, or insulted. I should have known better.
I have no idea why people feel the need to comment on my hair, but they do. I actually do know why, but I think that (some) white people sometimes need to keep their curiosity to themselves. I do not ask them about their hair and why it is blonder than last time and when they are going to be getting another touch up, perm, hair cut etc. First, because I do not fucken care and second because, it is none of my damn business. I was reading a short story in This is Not Chick Lit: Original Stories by America’s Best Women Writers by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
*side note*
Amazing book of short stories. If you like short stories then pick it up.
*end of side note*
In it the story the Nigerian protagonist describes (white) Americans as having a mixture of ignorance and arrogance. I find at times that (some) white people in Canada have this problem too. I told Polly this on the phone. I told Polly that (some) white people feel they have the right to know everything. It is that mixture of ignorance and arrogance, which (some) people of colour can find completely off putting. Not all people are comfortable sharing their life with strangers, or people who are not in their family. She said that now she felt bad and that she would never ask me another question about my hair again. I laughed. I told her that we are friends so her asking is not (really…I am kidding Pol) a problem. Basically, I resent being made to feel like zoological/anthropological experiment for people. Use google, read a book, or perhaps learn that you do not have the right to know or ask about every damn thing.
Anyhow, I walk in on Monday with my hair in single braids. I sit in my office (it is still fabulous by the way) and prepare myself for our early morning monday meeting with our boss. I walk in to her office and of course she starts in on my braids. How long did it take, how come they are so long, where do they start the extensions and on and on and on. I do not want to be rude, so I answer her questions politely, but succinctly. I really do not want to be having a conversation with her about my hair. Once I answer all her (rude and personal) questions I figure her curiosity is satiated, but I was so very wrong.
Next up is our big meeting with half our organization. I am sitting around the table when my boss walks in and sits across from me. There are about 30 people at the table. She looks at me and then says it.
She says “You know I was thinking about your hair…”
Let’s just stop there for a minute. Why the fuck was she thinking about my hair? It is not the fucken sphinx or pyramids. It really does not require that much deep thought. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…ok deep breath, but truthfully I am getting heated just typing this shit out.
Let’s continue…so she says “You know I was thinking about your hair and it reminds me of B.o De.re.k in the movie Te.n.”
I am so shocked. Just shocked. I can not believe she would say that much less in front of most of our colleagues who are within earshot. I look at her dumbfounded.
I said, “Your first thoughts when you saw me with my hair braided was that I look like a white woman??”
“Uh, no, no…” she started.
I cut her off and calmly told her that “black women have been wearing their hair braided for centuries, much before a white woman decided to wear braids in a movie.”
Then I started writing in my agenda. I just do not get it. At all. Maybe she thought it was a compliment, but I have a black co-worker who told me a story about something she overheard that made me think it was definitely not out of character for my boss. Le sigh.
The more things change…
Miz JJ
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Miami Carnival: Part 2
Saturday we went to the Machel’s alternative concert. This was the first let down of the trip. First, it was in a club. Soca fêtes and clubs do not go well together. Or rather this location was a bad location to have a soca fête. Also it was not really an Alternative Concert. He basically did the same set as the night before. I was kinda pissed. Usually the AC Show is well…alternative. But I still love you Machel.
*beginning of rant*
I hesitate to call anyone bougie. I am often called bougie. Buuuuuuuut, there were too many bougie girls up in that party. Stop acting so damn social. Social people always want to post up and not be touched. You are at a soca fête. Do not be wearing your open toe. 4″ heels and trying to look cute. You will get your toes mashed. End of story. Also, do not go into the crowd and the cross your arms and set up your face. You will get bounced around. You are in the crowd by the stage. If you want to stand undisturbed go stand at the back.
*end of rant*
Sunday we slept in and then hit the parade. I love mas. I was sad that we didn’t play mas, but if I go next year I will be jumping up. Hear me now! I LOVE MAS. Love it. We went to the Broward Carnival, which was another mistake, but I still had a good time. Everybody was representing their country and I spent the day talking to a very nice Bajan boy. Cute, tall and I love the Bajan accent. My grandfather is Bajan so we chatted a bit about the area where my grandfater lived etc. There were a few performances, but we left when the rain started to fall. We were sick of getting rained on! It rained quite a bit this weekend in Miami. It was not cute. Not at all. I got my first good night’s sleep on Sunday. I got an entire six hours. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing.
This girl was wining on the big truck while he passed through. I had to snap a pic.
This dude was killing me in his speedo. He has also received a few comments on Crackbook.
Here are some flags. The Israeli flag really threw me for a loop. Mas is truly international.
On Monday we went to the Last Lap again at the Bayside Hut. It was Machel HD. We also got quite a bit of dancehall at this show as Tony Matterhorn and Mr. Vegas were there.
Pics of the perfomers:
Mr. Vegas doing his thing:
Mr. Dutty Wine himself. You know they brought up girls on stage to do the dutty wine. Luckily there were no casualities. Heh.
More of my boyfriend Machel:
We were tired, but the show was too much fun. Again many cute West Indian boys and dranks. We got in at 6:00 a.m. I took a shower, ate some breakfast, packed my stuff and went to the airport. I was exhausted, but I could not sleep. I am not one of those people who can sleep while being transported. I just don’t like it. I like to be aware of my circumstances. Then in a blink of an eye I was home. So sad.
Still Loving Miami Carnival,
Miz JJ
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