Freebies. Oh, how we love ‘em. But it seems some people don’t know the difference between an offered freebie and an assumed freebie. In some places the second variety is called stealing. Yuh know, tiefin’ plain and simple. Imagine my joy last weekend, after Matthew done his thing that left most people down-spirited and wet, when a friend invited me to come out to party. And I’m not talking about some run-of-the-mill get-together where you have to bring your own booze, you understand. This was an “international party,” you understand, and it did not in any way involve LIAT. This international event was being held right here in Saint Lucia on a dead Sunday evening. Heaven, you say? I say, life-saving.
Naturally, I thought my friend was pulling a fast one. It wouldn’t be the first one. So when I told him three or four times to take his silly jokes somewhere else my friend cut the conversation. But he hadn’t given up on me. What he did was to send me a digital copy of the flyer. The best part was that the price was well within the reasonable zone and the venue, well, let me just say it was quite copacetic, if you know what I mean. Suffice it to say it took me just a few minutes to get the party look on.
I consider myself a prolific party critic, so trust me when I tell you this one rated two thumbs up. Just the right number of people, not to mention a concept that was absolutely new to Looshans. Imagine a noiseless fete where you hear the deejays through special headphones. The fact that I could literally choose what to dance to and not have to endure some unwanted disorderly human grinder on my behind was sheer bliss. The party went on for hours. And when it climaxed around 5 a.m. breakfast was served. As y’all already know, when it’s good once it can never be enough! And you can bet I let my ticket sponsor know I’d be open to the next international party!
But this being Saint Lucia, few good things end on a totally happy note. And last Sunday’s was no exception. Can you believe some rats disguised as gentlemen and ladies, after all the cool dancing and a nice hot breakfast, still ran away with the people equipment when no one was watching? From what I have researched, Sunday’s event has been receiving much appreciation wherever it’s held; all fun, no problems. Until the promoters take it to Saint Lucia. It’s like a whole lotta people had such a great time they forgot they were wearing headphones when the party dun. You mean, our reputation hasn’t been battered enough by IMPACS, almost daily rapes, killings, battering and child abuse we had to had to go and add something new to the list? And just when I was counting on getting an invite to another international no-unwanted grinding party. From what I hear the foreign promoter already decide once bitten twice shy. Is like he outta here . . . for good!
Looshans, if you know you didn’t buy it, let it go!