I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.
Rodney Dangerfield

Aye-yae-yae! For the first time since my last post, I have access to a computer (not necessarily mine, but I have access.) It's been an ankle-cracking, backbreaking week for me! Carnival, school, work, parental-carbon-based-units, I don't know where to start! Well, here's the song in my head:

"I had to rock the boat
I had to shake a tree
to see what falls
down on me;
I thought well maybe I can make it
If I never give in
I've been down before,
I ain't goin' down again.

I was making some noise
I was a working boy
Up at the top of my voice
saying 'Look at me mama, I'm making some noise!'..."

Makin' Some Noise
Tom Petty
Into The Great Wide Open

Okay, greetings & blessings first and foremost from da Kat unda da Kangol cap! Now, if you were looking for me on Monday, you probably didn't find me because I left the cap at home! Not that I need a new one (actually, I do...), but I just forgot to wear it.
After quick deliberations, I decided to start with Carnival on da Parkway, which was just awesome! Despite the heavy pushing and shoving, and the guy who was killed for knocking into the wrong guy at the wrong time, which is essentially what happened, I had fun. I left da crib around 12PM, and met my friends fifteen minutes later. After getting a layout of the parkway, we realized that getting on the street was going to be a lot harder than last year, with all the tight security and such. But as Bloomberg and the late James Davis (R.I.P.) found out, there are cracks in the system, and though it took three hours, we found them. So the deal was made that the first to get in the street gets a buck a head for getting the rest of the kliq in; and the first to get a wine would get $5 from the last person to get one. At 3:10PM, I was the first to get in! I fell ass first, but 'twas well worth it, and just in time for the Def Jam Island float! Four dollars and 7 minutes later, for the first time in 4 Carnivals (1 in Atlanta, the rest in NY), I was the first to get in, and the first to get a wine! The beaming grin on my face healed the pain I still felt up my butt. And the $5 didn't hurt either.
It didn't take long for the police to make attempts to bring order to the parade; and they brought on the huge, big-time barricades, literally flushing us down the parkway. We blended in the crowd, and eventually jumped back into the service roads. As I got frustrated and started walking back home, the VP Records float passed by, and next minute, I was back on the main road, jammin' with the rest of the crowd. I even got my Trini flag signed by Lexxus!! While it wasn't Tanto Metro and Devonte, whose autograph I wanted so much, Lexxus signed it, and that's good enough. There were lots of push'n'shovin', which led to a gunshot, and even more push'n'shovin. Luckily, police were there to catch the gunman, and order was restored.
But before I move on, I must tell ya about this girl my boy Dennis and I met before the gunshot. The nickname all the guys nearby gave her was Miss Movie-Star, because every time the camera was on her, she was lighting her ass on fya!!! No underwear, no bra, just a skimpy t-shirt, and a white see-through pair of shorts that would attract every man on the parkway within a five mile distance; she might as well had a sign on her that said "I want attention, wine up on me!" We bumped into her, wining on this Jamaican dude, and those two went all the way. It didn't take long to realize that she was also Jamaican, and she was doing it for the attention. Dennis, Bajan by blood, Bajan by nature, couldn't help but grab it. Turning my head, I felt her hand smacking my ass, thinking I was the one who grabbed it! Next thing, a huge male-dominant crowd gathered, all getting some of her; and they all took turns grabbing her ass, while she smacked theirs back. She eventually shied away after awhile, and while her attempt was futile, to some degree, it was successful. Some time elapsed, and she teased us for a wine. Normally, I would've jumped in, but it was clear she was way out of my league, and the last thing I need to see is her wining on me on videotape at the nearby video store. So I let Dennis go in, which he had no problem doing, because he has no forethought. Several wines later, Miss Movie-star and we parted ways, only to bump into each other again on the VP Records float. Not that I minded, it was around 4:16PM, and half an hour since I last took a wine; and she didn't mind, since it would garner her just a little more attention. So she me gave a slow one, and a rough one, and yes, I got my grab back before time ran out on me. Moments later came her man, the same Jamaican dude she was wining with when we met her, and they rushed to the head of the VP Records float, probably in an attempt to get inside the float. About ten to twenty minutes later, the gunshot sounded, and total rambunction ensued.
But for me, the best was yet to come. Because around 5:30PM, the Massive B float arrived on New York Avenue, with the combo of Sean Paul, Elephant Man, Bling Dawg, and Bounty Killa performing atop! Did you hear me?! Ele and da Warlord performing on top of da float! I would have never had guessed it if that Trini-girl with devil horns on her head hadn't passed me by, and teased me with a wine invite. I had to let her know that while I'm a Christian at heart and spirit, I will take the devil down by the horns. No need to discuss what happened after that; as we wined down the road, she noticed BK, and I caught a glimpse of Ele. We joined the revelers, some of which were already gettin' busy, and flooded around the float. Leaving the trini-devil (heheh), I proceeded to find Dennis, the only guy at this time with a camera phone. (Oh yeah, due to the fact Dennis is the only guy in the kliq with a camera of any kind, I have no pics until he releases them. That is of course, if you want to see my Lexxus signed Trini flag.) This time around, the crowd was just totally out of control, and massive shoving occurred. By the time it was all over, I was so dizzy, I passed by my own crib! But before I even made to that point, I met this short Jai-ai chick, who wined with me several hours prior. When we finally recognized each other, we wined some more, until the crowd went nuts. To my immediate right, a guy who drank too much and was sweating bullets, passed out on the road. The nearby Carnival-goers had to escort him to the service road, 'cuz Dennis was trying to get shots of the da Warlord, and I was too busy wining. The woman, due to the insanity of the moment, kept dropping her belongings. So I had to actually provide a shield of sorts to help her out, making it harder for everyone to just push their way around the road, buying her time to retain her stuff, in which she was very grateful. Minutes later, we finally escaped the maddening crowd, and had to catch our breath (and our toes), regaining our composure from the melee before we started walking back home (well, I walked her to her sister's location, a few blocks from home.)
The conversation, aside from feeling very dizzy and a tad bit on the drunken side, was very cool. She was a true Jamaican in nature, accent and all, and we really enjoyed each other's company. Fortunately for her, she met her sister, they were all okay, and nothing was broken. Unfortunately for me, I found out all the preliminary info that I needed to know except the two most important pieces; her name, and her phone number. To this day, I still dunno why I forgot to ask her, and she at the time was probably wondering the same thing. And an ass isn't the term I'd use to describe how I felt as I got a stronghold of my surroundings. This is between you and me; I haven't had the heart to finish the story to the rest of my kliq...
Other than that, Carnival was fun! Slow for the real action to begin, but once it did, I got my 365 days of waiting's worth. I drank a little bit when it was over, but not too much. With school starting, and my work schedule mixing in with school for the first time, I needed to be at 100%, or at least 85%. When I finally got off my feet, I was so tired, my back was actually talking to me with words. My ankles felt dislocated, my thighs over-contracted; I was a mess physically. The seven-hour rest wasn't even enough to help me make it through Tuesday...

I'm gonna have to put the rest of the week and such for tomorrow. In any event, with the fun I had, and the Trini-flag signed, I give this Carnival a 10 out of 10, and it was better than last year. The only downs I can consider were the facts that one, the crowds were out of control; two, I couldn't get Tanto Metro and Devonte's autograph; and three, I didn't see Rupee, nor Krosfyah. Dunno if they were supposed to be there, but it's not the same without them. Okay, gotta go. Later...