Chocolate and Vanilla
A few Fridays ago I went to the bar with some friends. It seems all of us needed to distress at the end of this particular work week. I think we also needed to slowly prepare our livers for carnival in our home country which is only a few weeks away.
So the first conundrum was figuring out what to wear. What can i wear that would make me look sexy and not as fat as I am. Something that would have me going home with at least two phone numbers from sexy guys.
Second conundrum was what do I do with the number but that is another discussion for another day, trust. Needless to say sorted out the outfit and was off. We met up and saw that through this particular gap, there were numerous events at different venues. About three bars caught our interest and we checked them out.
We basically bar hopped and ended up at a bar that we didn't originally plan to go to. Is this not the story of partyers. We went where the music was good and the food and drinks were at a reasonable price (Go Remy Martin). I must plug in that the main reason was that the music was being played by my favorite DJ. It is carnival time so we wanted to listen to something other than disco music.
Once we were settled at the bar (two girls, one guy) us girls decided to check out the wares (men). These wares came in a variety of shapes, sizes, ages, and proclivities (yup we could tell). What caught my attention, however, was this chocolate and i mean dark chocolate guy with all the muscles and hair and mmmmm, he was just simply yummy. I kid you not, when i saw him i saw that he was checking me out (Shocked face) and I'm saying to myself this night is looking up. I am usually satisfied with that second glance, it satisfies the soul.
As the night wore on we had our Soca session, we were having fun doing or little wuk ups and juck downs all on our own. If there is one thing I love about my crew is that when we do go out (literally once in a blue moon) we really do enjoy ourselves. We aren't about the stush life and taking selfies while good music is playing. Any who, as usual I digress. While working up a sweat it began to get humid in the bar area. To cool down we needed to be right under the air conditioning unit (as we live in the tropics, there is no other place cooler).
As we approached the sacred space, these gentlemen were so kind as to let us have the space they were occupying and allowed us to enjoy the cooler air. At the sacred space there was this guy in particular who shall be called vanilla, that asked me to dance with him. If I am to be honest, I also noticed that he was checking me out as well. Of course I said yes, I'm here to enjoy myself. This guy was tall, vanilla, muscular as well and 'wha loss' he could grind. So I'm minding my own business dancing with him and contemplating my luck (I know, you would think I was being proposed to), when chocolate walks over and talks to vanilla. Oh my goodness I was seeing threesomes. (Will never happen). As we are dancing and I'm trying not to look as though I'm about to faint, chocolate whispers in my ear that vanilla says, 'I'm good where I am' (meaning i don't want anyone else to dance with me but him).
At this point I'm trying to figure out the code for not being a bitch and having my cake and eating it too. Cause I would really like to dance with both of them when i want. So i'm like no he didn't But what sticks out to me about the statement is, who are you to speak for me. (Again another story, at another time)
So being licorish I held onto chocolate not wanting to let go of vanilla but chocolate....oh dear lort he was gorgeous and he got my attention from the beginning. I told him that I would like to dance with him and we did dance. However, it was a short period and he was walking away telling me that i dance really well. That was disappointing. I honestly thought i was having a two for one special....of dancing. I asked myself, is this what you get for leaving sure for unsure but gorgeous.
All sport aside it was a good night and the highlight of the carnival season so far. Confirming a girls feeling that she is the shit.
Tell me about your carnival experiences.
With Love.
So the first conundrum was figuring out what to wear. What can i wear that would make me look sexy and not as fat as I am. Something that would have me going home with at least two phone numbers from sexy guys.
Second conundrum was what do I do with the number but that is another discussion for another day, trust. Needless to say sorted out the outfit and was off. We met up and saw that through this particular gap, there were numerous events at different venues. About three bars caught our interest and we checked them out.
We basically bar hopped and ended up at a bar that we didn't originally plan to go to. Is this not the story of partyers. We went where the music was good and the food and drinks were at a reasonable price (Go Remy Martin). I must plug in that the main reason was that the music was being played by my favorite DJ. It is carnival time so we wanted to listen to something other than disco music.
Once we were settled at the bar (two girls, one guy) us girls decided to check out the wares (men). These wares came in a variety of shapes, sizes, ages, and proclivities (yup we could tell). What caught my attention, however, was this chocolate and i mean dark chocolate guy with all the muscles and hair and mmmmm, he was just simply yummy. I kid you not, when i saw him i saw that he was checking me out (Shocked face) and I'm saying to myself this night is looking up. I am usually satisfied with that second glance, it satisfies the soul.
As the night wore on we had our Soca session, we were having fun doing or little wuk ups and juck downs all on our own. If there is one thing I love about my crew is that when we do go out (literally once in a blue moon) we really do enjoy ourselves. We aren't about the stush life and taking selfies while good music is playing. Any who, as usual I digress. While working up a sweat it began to get humid in the bar area. To cool down we needed to be right under the air conditioning unit (as we live in the tropics, there is no other place cooler).
As we approached the sacred space, these gentlemen were so kind as to let us have the space they were occupying and allowed us to enjoy the cooler air. At the sacred space there was this guy in particular who shall be called vanilla, that asked me to dance with him. If I am to be honest, I also noticed that he was checking me out as well. Of course I said yes, I'm here to enjoy myself. This guy was tall, vanilla, muscular as well and 'wha loss' he could grind. So I'm minding my own business dancing with him and contemplating my luck (I know, you would think I was being proposed to), when chocolate walks over and talks to vanilla. Oh my goodness I was seeing threesomes. (Will never happen). As we are dancing and I'm trying not to look as though I'm about to faint, chocolate whispers in my ear that vanilla says, 'I'm good where I am' (meaning i don't want anyone else to dance with me but him).
At this point I'm trying to figure out the code for not being a bitch and having my cake and eating it too. Cause I would really like to dance with both of them when i want. So i'm like no he didn't But what sticks out to me about the statement is, who are you to speak for me. (Again another story, at another time)
So being licorish I held onto chocolate not wanting to let go of vanilla but chocolate....oh dear lort he was gorgeous and he got my attention from the beginning. I told him that I would like to dance with him and we did dance. However, it was a short period and he was walking away telling me that i dance really well. That was disappointing. I honestly thought i was having a two for one special....of dancing. I asked myself, is this what you get for leaving sure for unsure but gorgeous.
All sport aside it was a good night and the highlight of the carnival season so far. Confirming a girls feeling that she is the shit.
Tell me about your carnival experiences.
With Love.
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