I’m well rested. I think. The home has been cleaned up, the pineapple, coconut,
and smell of bananas still persist. Despite missing people, and photograhs, I
have to say that it’s the best one we’ve had.
And we’re good.
So here’s what went down…
J. revved things up, being the major
designer of Tropico.
Boom? Cooking, coordinating, and double
and triple checking. Prime?
Busy with Pride. Myself?
Why, the guest list, coordination, and tapping
Our first order of business was to send out invites. While some of the people
couldn’t make it, I made sure that my two brothers, Das and
always good to have a family I always say. Since my cousins, sisters, nephews,
and Mama would be here, it would be like icing on the cake!
Once Rayrae and The Elixir God were procured
for the guest list and spirits, we
were all set to go. The added bonus, Aunt Cora, phoned me at
the most opportune moment and declared himself (herself?) available. Setting
out to do a little
cooking helped a whole lot. Mama helping with not one, but two
was sure to bring everything together. The arrival of Ewedontno and BKB make
life that much sweeter.
I begin by getting the guest list together. During the merge of it all, Prometheus decides
to freeze up. Gone is the guest list and any hopes of getting Prometheus up
completely dashed. It doesn’t want to act right (caveat: Prometheus boots
up just fine 12 hours after the party concludes). As a result, relaxed guest
list seems destined to be the key.
The party begins with myself giving up my Hawaiian motif to The Elixir
God and BQMG staying at the house not having a stitch
of Hawaiian in
his wardrobe. How’s that for anti-Tropico?
The party runs full-speed during the first hour with Boom’s arrival
from work to the party. On the way home, however, Das declares himself too tired.
Along with JB, two friends bow
out of Tropico. Upset? Yup, that’s me. I pick up one of the other housemates
continue on, undaunted.
Back to dic, more people walk in with a tropical attire. With
meatballs, cakes, pies, fruits, chicken salads, Hawaiian punch, ham, vegetables,
foodstuffs, Tropico picks up speed. While I’m talking to the other guests, I
notice out the corner of my eye that the arrival of Karsh aound
the midnight hour has occurred. As I continue talking to other guests, I slowly
make my way
to him. Ten minutes later, my phone rings. Karsh, in a panicked
state, says goodbye,
riding towards the highway with Taurean.
What the hell?
Not being able to get to him in time, I’ve totally, totally missed him. I think
asking him back but it’s much too late- he’s already on his way home. Understandable?
Yes. Dissapointed? You betcha.
However, 10 minutes later after those two dissapear, heading up the stairs, two
people appear, coming down the stairs. That’s right, Lynne and
Toya. Rocking the world, as usual. They make the night brighter just when it
dims a little.
This party, through all of it’s trials and tribulations, is one of the best parties
Whatever happened, whoever wasn’t able to make it, whoever couldn’t stay, needs
to make sure that next year they’ll be at party number five.