For the past 10 years my family and about 15 other friends and family members have made a pilgrimage to Stone Mountain GA where my Auntie Anne and Uncle Joe live. They have a beautiful house that houses 15-20 Trinidadians for five days during the Memorial Weekend.
Caribbean people are crazy. They love to eat, drink, dance, and shit talk. You need to have a real hard back to be around them, otherwise you might walk away feeling stripped of your dignity because someone "wined' up on ya real hard" or they tell ya that "your poompsy is no good". It is all in good fun.
Last night as the last leg of people arrived Auntie Anne decided it was time to bring out the tequila. Six shots later a conga line was formed followed by Club Trinidad in the living room. Curry filled stomachs rolled and sugar bottoms churned to the sound of "Island Music". And all of them were your resident drunken singers of the night. Crooning the words of each song making sure to be louder than their neighbor.
I stood on the sidelines with my camera capturing each moment. I can hear them right now talking about the night before intertwined with what will occur tonight. More "bachanal". LOL! God I love my family.
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