Check out the pictures I posted on Picasa. They tell the story much better than I could ever hope to write it.
Ah jammin’ every man dat I meet on de road...
Get in a circle and form a tornado...
The words of these songs are burned into my brain.
We danced up a storm, literally.
The night before J’Ouvert felt like Christmas Eve. Jon and I were tossing and turning in anticipation until our alarm went off at 2:30am. Everything after that is a paint-smeared blur.
My neon green fingerprints are stained into the clothes of a hundred strangers.
Our feather head-pieces and sequined bras speak for themselves.
Monday Night Mas
Street rave! We paraded down the street (again) in our sparkly, light-up, glow in the dark gear dancing to Soca and filling our ridiculously huge cups with Caribs at the drink truck.