Date: Sunday 19th April 2009
Location: Kingston, Jamaica W.I.
Promotions: Bacchanal Jamaica
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Today, I'm now the cliché specialist... except that I am proving them all wrong... at least most of them!
1 (The Final Chapter)
Opening up was the infamous Bacchanal Babes section. Well, okay there was a Marching Band... but you can imagine why I could overlook that detail? De Bacchanal Babes! Once the candy store doors were open, I'm skipping thru the band in all my glee trying to swallow up the entire experience and not miss a single thing; and by "thing" I mean sequence of beads. Several minutes later, I whip past De Wee-Wee Truck and now hanging out with the clean up crew. Seriously it was like the aftermath of a mob scene. Minutes after the band passed... masqueraders, music, rum and wining... there's absolutely no trace that all that revelry ever took place... that's the kind of clean up that was going on in this place. No clues for CSI New Kingston!!
It's high noon and I knew it cause the street side vendor's mangoes started looking real appetizing. Pad lock on de gate. Without an identification wrist band, you can't dine or mingle with the stunning band members. I swear... it was de absolute best fry fish I have ever had. That, and a box juice, and I was ready to take command of the road. As the tractor trailers pulled away, Team TJJ regrouped, stretched and pledged victory to the Soca Gods that be. With the sun and it's blazing heat gone, the breeze of an overcast sky brought on a new level of excitement. All de usual water songs start to bang out from de Renaissance music truck and the unmistakable frenzy of Carnival was on. Imij & Co., direct from Trinidad, was amazing as they performed live all day long whirling the crowd into tornadoes of flags, rags and t-shirts in the sky. They buss all the already classics for 2009 including "On The Spot (Head Bad)", "Bacchanal" and "Won't Stop". The rain of course never did fall... he he he, but as the sun went down, sweat and dwindling inhabitations dripped down the face and bodies of glistening masqueraders. Although there certainly wasn't enough of me to go around and facilitate all dem loose bumsie on de road... I sure did try!
On the final stretch towards the Mas Camp for the last lap (where dinner was served mind you), the trucks made a right taking all non-costumed parade followers. The beads, feathers and hot girls went left for final drinks, wine and small talk. Perfectly executed and so necessary. The rolling stone that was the moving parade of extremely sexy guys and gals jumping to their glee in a carefree way attracted a lot of moss... when it was all over... the band had at least doubled in size surrendering the last music truck to the eager public.
It was a great day; the music was excellent, friendly masqueraders, costumes beautiful, drinks at every turn, lots of snacks, well prepared lunch stop... and a dinner with drinks inclusive Las Lap fete. A very special thanks to Bacchanal Jamaica, and not forgetting Air Jamaica and the Jamaica Tourism Board. Unfortunately, you guys are going to have to see me next year!
Final Cliché ... "All's well that ends well"
to preserve my Carnival tan,