The Jerk chicken was hot, but not too hot. It was only when I tried the scotch bonnet hot sauce that I realized I was out of my league. Fortunately, a savvy water vendor had set up next to the Jerk Chicken vendor and two bottles of water later my heart rate had returned to normal.
My burnt taste buds notwithstanding, the West Indian Day Parade was a lot of fun this year. Great weather, great food, and a lot of booty shakin. The only thing missing was beer. I remember when I first moved to NY and lived on the parade route, there was nothing better than a cold Red Stripe with my curry goat. These days booze is verboten from parades. Oh well.
It wasn't all fun and games; I was working. Most of you don't know this but among my many talents, I'm also a filmmaker. For all my loyal fans, I present below the world premiere of Less Fire! Less Fire!
My burnt taste buds notwithstanding, the West Indian Day Parade was a lot of fun this year. Great weather, great food, and a lot of booty shakin. The only thing missing was beer. I remember when I first moved to NY and lived on the parade route, there was nothing better than a cold Red Stripe with my curry goat. These days booze is verboten from parades. Oh well.
It wasn't all fun and games; I was working. Most of you don't know this but among my many talents, I'm also a filmmaker. For all my loyal fans, I present below the world premiere of Less Fire! Less Fire!
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God Bless West Indian women - my life would not be the same without them. Thank you and good night.
that was hot...you need to invest on a zoom lens! talk about not having any inhibitions!
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