Well it's nearly 12 .a.m. Sunday night, Monday morning and I ketch my self gearing up for J'ouvert Morning in the popular Boy Scouts Fete with people like Square One, Traffik and Xtatix minus the Macheal Montano. This in readiness with the big truck parked smack in the middle of the fete(party) for when it was time to roll out and into the muddness(madness+mud). After a premature end to the fete(party) which was caused by power failure..as Xtatix start to perform we say leh(let) we go and prime we self up with the J'ouvert kit and wait outside with the truck.

So see we now outside with the other mob of merry men and woman waiting to follow the truck. Now this year I stay way from the mud and went body paint. I fine I looked more nice in Blue. Brings out my eyes! Then one loud honk from the truck trying to pass through the flock and we were like Moses and the Jews from Egypt. See we now bout(about) 2,500 and over strong crammed into a narrow ass street just to jam behind the big truck!

Now I really wish I could have gotten the pictures to help with the really needed visual concept of this festivity but I personally not going and get people camera dutty(dirty) up and possible inadvertently misplace in this whole muddy, body to bamsee(bottom) jamfest. Talk bout people! Couldn't wine good. Couldn't chip good! Talk bout(about) woman! ones wearing something to ones wearing nothing and if they were, wearing something else. I mean there was one I sure who went and take her long 1995 gown dress and just used the straps just to come out here with so that her whole body could be caressed with mud and paint. Then there was a guy who had to have stolen his grandmother Sunday frock with extensions and implants for realism to parade in the drizzle of morning. I sure this man get hit on by some fellas who was in the bar drinking since Saturday.

Well I follow the band a little way round the Savannah getting my share of wine, jam and mud with paint until the rain start washing meh(my) clothes for me so I ducked out and headed into town to see what else could happen to me in some other band. Now J'ouvert lasted till about 9, 10 a.m. Monday morning and I had seen enough to know that anything else might pop some veins or mash up some part ah(of) meh(me). So I went home take a two hour sleep. Bathe, eat, yada, yada and back out the same speed to get the handle on Monday Carnival.

Now Monday Carnival is what we call the "Dry Run"(rehersal) before the big show. Masqueraders parading in a "dress-down", lay fair wear with revelers having the opportunity to almost affiliate them self with the paying mass players to jump up to be apart of the band. Yuh(Your) boy... is ah revelers. I just can't pay 1,500 TT dollars for a jockey shorts and sequence with glitter just for a two day merriment. So see me Carnival Monday in meh ole'(old) tees, three-quarters and sneakers jamming up on a colossal of panty and bra wearing woman in the road!!! Sounding like a playboy gig huh?

Ah jump with Hearts Mas band and see people like Lara no bat, no ball but had some sweet woman doing some serious wicket keeping. Cyah(Can't) out for duck dey(there)! Then who I go see lil'(little) way down Macheal! But not where yuh(you) think. Sick man behind the big truck with a small pace. Then it was the on to Barbarossa. Not much to say here, wine ah(a) wine. Chook ah(I) chook. Same panty, same bra, different 'oman(women). Well it so happen that I couldn't find the Mas band Legends. So after some explorations through town end up practically bumping into the band coming round the bend going down Tragerete road nearing there home base. Take a little wine. Take a little jam then end up closing off the Monday Carnival with the HomeBase Crew Mas Band from round by we. I was suppose to go back out to endure some more for Monday night mass but ah end up with a case of "sleep-phobia" and slumped into my bed. Lights out when I hit the pillow yes!

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