What breakfast, lunch or dinner? A girl with a closetful of feathers and gems does not care about such mundane things as food, company or beach.
So, in case you missed it and I haven’t made enough of a big deal about it, I picked up my carnival costume yesterday at the Hilton. The pickup looked something like this:
Wanna see the costume in detail? Well, since you asked…
I must have looked at it all about fifteen times in the hour between waking up and going to the beach.
In non-costume related news, I spent about two hours at home today. There was a great breakfast of French toast with pineapple and watermelon, with fresh orange juice on the side:
And a trip to the beach where I had a delicious bake and shark and chilled on the sand and under coconut trees:
After the beach, we hustled to get changed and sand-free and and drove Trini speed (e.g. REALLY fast) to make it in time to the movies for a Bollywood film (Dul Mil Gaya–not the greatest, but amusingly cheesy and filmed partly in Trinidad, so it was fun to figure out the shooting locations) and some post-film beer and fried delicacies of the potato and provision variety:
Two beers were had, as was some great conversation and a total soca-fest of music in the car on the way there and back, during which I expounded to the husband at length on the virtues of an older, less silly Shah Rukh Khan. I’ll go before I bore you with the details….