Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
West Indian Delight
Dinner last night:
Jason had mutton curry.
I wanted stewed oxtail, but they were out so I got fungi, goat water, and johnny cakes.
Love me some West Indian food.
Jason had mutton curry.
I wanted stewed oxtail, but they were out so I got fungi, goat water, and johnny cakes.
Love me some West Indian food.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Of glow sticks and whistling tea kettles
SHE'S BAAAAAACK. I heard the voice, Jason heard the voice. We could no longer live in denial when I saw the bright white outfit with neon accessories. Old Lady Candy Raver is here for season. Argh.
Before she moved in next door, she was simply the nutty and sweet old lady who dressed like a six year old with flourescent pink and green pigtails. But last season when she moved in next door and started singing loud church songs and letting her tea kettle whistle for upwards of half an hour (thought we might need to go poke her with a stick to see if she was still alive), it became much less funny and way more real. She saw Jason and I getting into our car yesterday and asked us if we were going to church. NO. And she was wearing white socks with psychadelic bright birkenstocks. I usually pick up hitch-hikers (with exception), but when I saw her this past Saturday I drove right on by and said "HELL NO" out loud twice.
Before she moved in next door, she was simply the nutty and sweet old lady who dressed like a six year old with flourescent pink and green pigtails. But last season when she moved in next door and started singing loud church songs and letting her tea kettle whistle for upwards of half an hour (thought we might need to go poke her with a stick to see if she was still alive), it became much less funny and way more real. She saw Jason and I getting into our car yesterday and asked us if we were going to church. NO. And she was wearing white socks with psychadelic bright birkenstocks. I usually pick up hitch-hikers (with exception), but when I saw her this past Saturday I drove right on by and said "HELL NO" out loud twice.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Anatomy of an island weekend
Yes, the next weekend is nearly upon me once again. It will be filled with more parties than I can really comprehend at this point...more than I WANT to comprehend. But let me give a glimpse at last weekend. I realize that it may sound cool or exotic and exciting, but to me--after having lived here for 4 years--I would rather be chilling with my homies in Seattle and drinking a Pabst. Behold the apparent glory of last weekend...
Friday night...Sunset cruise with work. Complete with apps and an open bar. An Irish Car Bomb taken like an expert so that I would look cool in front of my co-workers sent me home to bed quite early (thankfully).
Saturday...attempt at recovery from previous night. Christmas parade which is unlike any Christmas parade in the States...pan music, trucks with loud Soca music, everyone in the community thinking they are part of the parade with drinks and children in tow. This was followed by a great holiday jazz concert in the park, where I was literally shaking from the cold (78ish degrees...pathetic).
Sunday...day 2 of hangover. Head off to a nearby island on a boat full of people to celebrate Captain Phil's 70th birthday. The island, Lovango, is really amazing...totally self-sufficient and off-the-grid, with 1 car and steep trails to houses. This is what is pictured below.
This here is a pic that only Virgin Islanders can totally appreciate. Wally has an amazing self-sufficient home, and this is its control center...fondly referred to as WAPA. hahaha. (that is the corrupt and defunct local power provider)
This one goes out to Theo...the chickens reside in the Pecker Palace or Pollo Club. Love it.
Captain Phil's birthday "potty", a gift for his new home.
View from the porch, with beautiful St. John in the background.
All of us packing on to Dan Boyd's boat for the short ride.
Is this a hibiscus? Whatever it is, the colours are amazing.
Friday night...Sunset cruise with work. Complete with apps and an open bar. An Irish Car Bomb taken like an expert so that I would look cool in front of my co-workers sent me home to bed quite early (thankfully).
Saturday...attempt at recovery from previous night. Christmas parade which is unlike any Christmas parade in the States...pan music, trucks with loud Soca music, everyone in the community thinking they are part of the parade with drinks and children in tow. This was followed by a great holiday jazz concert in the park, where I was literally shaking from the cold (78ish degrees...pathetic).
Sunday...day 2 of hangover. Head off to a nearby island on a boat full of people to celebrate Captain Phil's 70th birthday. The island, Lovango, is really amazing...totally self-sufficient and off-the-grid, with 1 car and steep trails to houses. This is what is pictured below.
This here is a pic that only Virgin Islanders can totally appreciate. Wally has an amazing self-sufficient home, and this is its control center...fondly referred to as WAPA. hahaha. (that is the corrupt and defunct local power provider)
This one goes out to Theo...the chickens reside in the Pecker Palace or Pollo Club. Love it.
Captain Phil's birthday "potty", a gift for his new home.
View from the porch, with beautiful St. John in the background.
All of us packing on to Dan Boyd's boat for the short ride.
Is this a hibiscus? Whatever it is, the colours are amazing.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Welcome to the world
Sydney Joy Anderson! My oldest and dearest friend (and one of the 3 people I have told of this blog), Rainey, just had her 3rd precious little baby on Dec. 4th. At 31, I think I'm actually starting to think the baby thing should happen before too long (we're still talking YEARS, but it's all relative, right?). Can't wait to meet the beautiful whippersnapper.
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