Home from the fete. It was good. I’ve had better times there in the past but it all has to do with the company you go with. Tonight was good though.

Chris is going on to another fete, a small one that his cousin throws every year. I could have gone but decided not to. Because of my back, I tend to measure every activity according to how much pain it is going to cost me. And while painkillers and alcohol did a good job of pain management tonight, I don’t think I can take another three hours on my feet, even if I am dancing. 

He went to pick up 17 who I think is bringing a friend. We took him last year too, It was nice for him to get to spend some time with his cousins and learn to fete in a safe environment. 

I’m a little too tired to explain the culture of feteing and Trinidadian culture in general. Google “fete, trinidad” and click on “images” and you’ll get an idea. You’re all gonna wish you were here right now so do so at your peril. One day I’ll try to explain how we party. Cause that’s probably the one thing we’re better at than any other culture in the world. And that is really not an exaggeration.