For a change of scenery, I attended the Hartford West Indian Celebration Parade to immerse myself in my culture. In order to truly enjoy the celebratory events of any Caribbean street festival, especially ones dominated by soca, calypso and dancehall music, you can’t be shy or reserved.
Shy and reserved, are my middle names and it took some liquid courage to get me to break out of my shell a bit. I should have stopped after that first cup of Hennessey though, because that “tip” of Jamaican white rum in my fruit punch brought out the Natasha that only comes out when I am far away from home where I know no-one will ever see me again. Here are some highlights from the carnival parade.
WHAT I WORE
I needed something green and black to rep my flag (Jamaica) and I opted for my leather shorts and this green 2x top that I picked up on the deep discount rack at the Rainbows discount chain earlier that day. At one point I was wearing an Energy Radio t-shirt that was strategically sliced up to help with ventilation of the heat from the generator that sat in the middle of the truck and the unforgiving sun which seemed a lot hotter than the predicted high of 80 degrees.
But after the 2 hour ride down a 1 mile stretch, I ran to my office and changed back into this. I was glad that the fabric was thick, because after the mild day, the cool August evening breeze caught us all off guard while we were sprawled out on the lawn of the Connecticut state capital to take in the performers in Bushnell Park.
It was a great event! I really had fun and I am looking forward to next year’s event.