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saturday night was wicked in white. i went with 2 of my coworkers. twas good times. we danced, we laffed, we got dirty, and we saw LOTS of students. L O T S. luckily i only teach grade 9s and 10s, so i only saw 4 students that i know by name. my other 2 friends were saying hi to a different teen every 5 mins.
fortunately, i dance quite well (so i was told today by the rumours in the mill), so i managed to garner props and a quote of the day, courtesy of my young visionary in world religions: dance bad, look like a fool. dance good and look like Ms. L!
she also added a mastercard script: white tank top from home, free; white jeans, $20; seeing ms. L get on bad in a fete, PRICELESS!
right.
...maybe it was our hot wukk imitation that convinced her...
one of the other students challenged me to a dance off. i am told that i will not be able to top "the scooter" dance. =| i agree.
back to the fete report...
i'm not sure why they hold a fete called "wicked in white" on the soggy playing field of a secondary school. with everyone dancing and tramping up the grass, you end up with mud and plant matter stuck to your pants... basically anything within 3 feet of the ground. my blue and white pumas were giving me palpitations by the end of the night (we left at minutes to 4). i KNEW i shouldn't have worn them, but they matched perfectly with the pants. that was the plan when they were purchased. the blue suede is a write off, but i managed to get the white back to white again.
for the first trip to the "washroom" (read: port o let multiplex with attendants, lights, mirrors, soap and water), i rolled up my aritzia pants to my shins and they stayed there for the rest of the night. the height of fashion i is! ;0P
i enjoyed myself because the people i was with enjoy dancing and having a good time. i also managed to attract a dancing partner by the end. that would be the ...2nd person i have danced with in trinidad since my arrival in august (not including the occasional latin dance partner at nemo...which is a charity case on their part because i have NO clue what i'm doing then). i barely saw his face, and fortunately he was not a "tool" as jacy would say, so it was stress free!
bar chits... i GO $40TT worth of chits. that was good for 3 rum and cokes, 1 LLB and 1 water. all for the equivalent of just under $8 canadian. the rum and cokes got progressively stronger throughout the night which was nice. this still isn't saying much though cus the first was more coke and like a whiff of rum. i think he just dabbed some rum on the rim or rinsed the ice with rum, then filled the cup with coke =|
good times had by all.
the stupid expression on my face is due to the fact that i was in mid chorus when the shot was taken. backsides in the picture are larger than they appear.
wawaweewee!
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