jam and wine

for any non-caribbean visitors, the title of this post is not a reference to food.

another busy week and i'm a little closer to making it out of april alive.
i knew april was freelancers' busy month, but this one's been ridiculous. maybe being sick had something to do with it- i ended up not getting better for real until friday morning, and i'm still hacking and sniffling, while grims sounds like he trying to cough up his internal organs. we just not very sexy right now. and i'm still unsure about allergies because all week it's been impossible to tell what was pollen and what was viral.
anyway, almost there...

so since i woke up that morning feeling miraculously better and knew i wouldn't see grims @ any reasonable hour anyway, i went fetein' with carla friday night (dat bajan could wuk up!) and lemme tell you- i think i'm back on track for losing that 10lbs. i mean, i was just home for carnival the other day, but that's my other life. feteing in d.c. and managing to have a good enough time to break a sweat is different. i have to find a place that plays what i wanna dance to and is populated by people who can wine, and know a dance is just a dance because i hate nothing more than to be wining my waist hard and having a time, and have some man hypnotised by a pelvis in motion come up behind me and spoil it because his ass can't keep up.
don't approach it if you can't fall in and ride it. on the rhythm, not beside it.
so big up crossroads for bringing bunji garlin and denise "saucy wow" belfon up from sweet trini to get me back out to the club. i'd been to crossroads before, but that was years ago and is years since i had a fetein' pardner to go with. but me+carla had a time! more than made up for being too sick+tired (literally) to go with her the previous friday.
so this is my new exercise programme- i need to afford to go wining every week to supplement my weekly dance class because i remember how good i looked when i had regular class and feteing, and the approach of summer signals the need to be able to wear pumm-pumm shorts. and knowing i will never willingly go the the gym...
crossroads here i come!

walk good. wine better.