Friday night, we accidentally ended up at what I can only describe as an “Upper class” Black event. You know the kind, they offer you free lollipops, free glamour pictures and the promoter goes around pretending he cares whether or not you have a great time; and the night starts off with a bunch of people, stiffly dressed, doing their best to make you aware that they are lawyers/doctors/Investment Managers by day, but as soon as the music starts to rum, they turn into the same sleazy peeps you would meet at a ghetto jam.
The highlight of the night, was this beautiful petite girl, let’s call her Thumbelina. Thumbelina had the tightest pair of pink pants, the painted on kind, and the girl was well developed in all the right places. Now I love people who can dance and Thumbelina had a wonderful rhythm about her. However you could tell she spent a bit of time in front of the mirror. Anyway back to the highlight. At one point Thumbelina, got down on her hind legs, started bouncing around, whilst simultaneously twirling her bum, whilst licking her fingers. She was like a little energizer bunny. Her entire pack joined her, as well as a few others in the club, which led me to believe that this particular dance is the new version of the dutty wine….what’s it called???
I tried demonstrating the dance to Fathead (my younger brother) but all I got, was him holding his sides in laughter. My mini demonstration made me realise just how old I am.
The rest of the weekend was dedicated to food. Butter Chicken with delicious Nan’s from Tanjore..(Everyone in TO needs to try this once,) and I made a Roast with Rosemary potatoes and Pilaf Rice, last night. Came out rather smashingly; I was dying to take a picture and post it, but I came to the realization that this would be just silly, considering some people cook on a daily basis….and not just once a month, when the feeling hits them.