Drain It

I am writing this so that when I look back on this blog in years to come I will chuckle heartily..with much gusto. Cuz lord have mercy my friends and I are some wildings. drain it is a concept born in 2016 when some work colleagues and I went to a free drinks event at a bar along Ariapita Avenue. It was so chuck full of people, we had to lime..in the drain. It has since evolved to a BYOB on the sidewalk kind of event..any ends you have in your cupboard and we basically in one night, try to drain every damned thing. What was once a lime with 4-5 people, has exploded into complete wutless abandonment on the people and them government sidewalk. My God. What have we done. lol

went to bermuda!

Bermuda is a beautiful island. period. The seas and beaches are not, blue, not aquamarine but azure..gosh they are so blue and clear and just..beautiful! So June 15-20 2017 marked my second sejourn to the beautiful island in the middle of nowhere that belongs to no region (not caribbean and not american!) My colleague from work and I made the journey after my first trip left me in complete awe that I said I HAD TO GET BACK THERE! It gave the feeling of being at a much improved version at home. Clean, friendly, warm...gosh...the only negative thing..my golly it's expensive. A girl can really lose some weight there. This year I travelled (again) for Carnival 2017 or Bermuda Heroes Weekend as well as to take a day to view the America's Cup sponsored by Loui Vuitton and Mercedes Benz..so you KNOW the kind of crowd that attracted. Let's start with Bermuda. We took a flight through Canada (because of course that is what was cheapest) with a two hour layover in YYZ...lost farrah for a bit but I found her back. Smooth sailing all the way through until we get to bermuda and what? ...no bags. lolol..yes i said it..NO CHECKED LUGGAGE. Let me rewind a bit. Skip to departing Trinidad and Tobago at some ungodly hour in the night. I, learning from my 2016 Spice Mas experience have a carry on full of clothing and a checked bag full of liquor (lol). I ask the gate agent..do I need to head to baggage and recheck my bag? homegirl says yes. I look at farrah who only has a handbag on her with a blanket...no clothes and ask her..ahm..where your clothes? she decides to trust her best friend (Jesus) in the hopes that our bags get to our destination. We arrive in Canada and we ask a million and one people IN canada about our bags and they say, no the baggage tag says Bermuda, so your bags will definitely go through all the way. You know Kimlyn's child trusts no man..so I still head to baggage claim to see if I can see our bags even though I literally have 1.5 hours to spare to exit, re-enter and go throuhg security to get to the gate. So I stand for a good 15 minutes or so with a large crowed and I see no bags.. I say alright..whatever has to happen will happen cuz i aint missing my flight...especially as I have 80% of my clothing with me in my carry on! So farrah and I dawdle, dilly daddle, get breakfast and buy liquor all in the airport and finally board our flight to lovely Bermuda where all goes well until we see an empty baggage carousel!! Farrah wants to cry...I just laugh (and tried really hard not to say i told you so lol) we recceived a nice care package from air canada and are sent on our way to Josies!! A bit about Josies..I discovered Josie (my housing provider) through airbnb last year and trust me I've been schemeing all 2016 on how to make it back to bermuda. Hospitable and fun and her place is clean and well situation..josies is where it's at! Sowe finally make it to Josies sans l'alcool for me and sans vetements for farrah lol where we are welcomed warmly and with the right amount of shock at not receiving our bags. At this point farrah is on the verge of panic because we have a beach fete to go to! So we head to the grocery store right down the hill to stock up on breakfast items, find some slippers and hopefully soem clothing. Farrah was really lucky as this was the ONE time i overpacked..usually..i am STRUGGLING for clothes but this time I had stuff to lend and give away! So we head to the beach, a TriniJungleJuice party..let's say..the people watching was..interesting..drank some box wine, bounced up my cousin unexpectedly and had a good 1.5 hours of partying..because of course...it's bermuda..where the done party ON TIME OR EARLY!! LOL..beach the next day and ... our BAGS! but they came so late we missed our next fete..but thank god it was free so no worries. Then there was the struggle to get trasnportation out to another fete. Yall , Bermz aint easy. These taxi men go in their bed all kinda 9pm. No late pick ups! But I going a fete! So after asking the promoter politely to sort me out a ride..whcih we did..we went to Euphoria which was a nice time. Well worth the 40/50$ that we paid. The next day..America's Cup! where farrah and I were the bastiens of diversity in the event...really. We were even featured on the big screen! lord I can't comments on anything else besides the day was freaking hot! But I have pictures! lots and lots of lovely picture of Farrah, Josie and I. Parade day was wonderful :) Bermuda rum swizzles can give a girl life! But the BEST part was trying to get home after carnival..because ya know.these taxi men :/ Getting home after Bermuda Carnival 101. Step 1: Cat spraddle on the roundabout like a po-me-one as no taxis in sight (of course everyone in dey bed) Step 2: Strike up a convo with two old timers on a scooter Step 3: Watch said old timers bully passing cars into giving you and your + 2 a ride home Step 4: continue to watch them bully passersby...aggressively. phrases heard included "they come from quite trinidad?" "Man you better take them further than that!!" "What you mean you going home?..you better take these beautiful ladies to their home!" Step 5: Enter stage left..a convertible driven by a 67 year old weed smoking, cussing, fast driving knight in shining armour. Step 6: you and your + 2 get in the car.make the following pit stops while half naked/costumed: Grocery store for refreshments, the home of his 87 year old father (who was in drawers by the way) and fully prepared to entertain us, and finally home all whilst fielding idle hands and eyes and weed weed weed. Step 7: arrive home and look at Farrah, like wtf just happened. And then..it was time to leave Bermuda... too short... too soon. But we Bermuda we shall meet again. Somehow. The Schemeing returns.

Something has to happen

Of course I am still freaking out.

I hate interviews. But I must admit those two were excellent learning experiences.

Tomorrow I am off to a Silk Road, Chinese Embassy function. So hopefully that gets my mind off of things.

But I realise that I must also speak my goals into being. I asked for something to happen in May, and this month was a flurry of activity.

Now I need to be able to put it in HIS hands...be what it may. Just hope I'm not devastated in the end :(

August 17 2017. I see you.

Will keep you updated.