First thing we did after landing in Houston (after stopping for rum of course) was go see my cuz Fredo at Tapout Tattoo for a lil touch up. Chelle & Fredo then made a fake tattoo to freak out Chelle’s boo & make him think that she might have lost her marbles.
|They could not stop laughin, this was their best "serious" face|
Friday night was Jouvert and that was a very crazy experience. The cops blocked off the route to Jouvert because they said there was too many people. My cousin took an alternate route but it was crazy too and we LITERALLY had to park 2 (TWO) MILES away & walked to Jouvert! Chelle & I were so amped up, we didn’t care. One of my cousins almost quit on me until I handed him some rum & then he ended up leading the long walk. There had to be atleast 7 billion trillion people in the event. Grenada & their usual wotless-ness was freaking everyone out with their oil & fire. I’m surprised no one caught on fire!
|The 2 mile hike to Jouvert!|
|FLAMES from the Grenada Jab Jab pose|
|This is why you dont wear open toe shoes to Jouvert, WHAT WERE WE THINKIN?|
Saturday I woke up in PAIN and was like, “Why does my body hurt so? OH YES, I walked FOUR miles and jumped up in de mud like a mad oooman!!” My dawg Chelle hooked me up tho, she made a bomb azz lunch, she brought her new Bose speaker so we blasted some soca & had a mini fete in our hotel while we got our lives together.
Early Saturday evening we met up with some more of my cousins & proceeded to drink for the next 12 hours! We walked into a bar and immediately demanded shots, shots, shots, the bartender was even kind enough to give us some “House on the shots” as drunken Chelle called it!!!