My Feet Hurt

It’s 4:30 am and I am still recovering, so I’ll make it short.

Not only am I recovering from the previously mentioned calamities of my last blog entry, but now my legs have been hurting an entire week from a very spontaneous, long distance hike to Paria over the Easter holiday. Yeah! To Paria! From where I live that is; up the highway, through Santa Cruz, over the northern range, pass Maracus Beach, pass Las Cuevas Beach, (It this point I’m realising the road is slowly disappearing under my car), through Blanchisseuse, (where did the white line go?) more La Filette, (I’m now driving on gravel) some more mountains, (We’re out of the car by now eh) trees, streams, etc.

The journey started at 4:00 am and all together I’d say we hiked about 12 miles over mountainous terrain. “The gym doh want nuttin with that!” That’s the treadmill, the stepper and elliptical glider in one, the only difference is you can’t press the STOP button cause THERE IS NONE!

If that wasn’t bad enough, we had some friends of Shabeer to meet there to do some spear fishing. There was a rastaman at the camp that told us we had to cross a river and go over another mountain to meet them, so he wouldn’t advise going with shoes. We did have to hike back, and I was not going to do that with wet shoes. He then also described the rocks on the hill as “not so bad man!” Hmmm? A bear foot hike? Now I’m looking at the rastaman’s feet and I couldn’t tell if he was wearing shoes or not. The man had feet like the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings. One pair of “hard bangra feet.” Why did we listen to him? To make matters worse the river was only waist high. We could have held the shoes in our hands! This rastaman made me quite bitter.

The strange thing about this trip wan that nothing hurt till the next morning when I tried to get up and my legs gave way below me. “That’s it; I’m not driving to work with that manual transmission and high end clutch!” One of the disadvantages of having such a fast, nimble, beastly, sport model vehicle. She did handle herself well over those mountains, so she deserved a rest for a day. I had to be driven to work then next morning.

It was worth it! The best scenery I have seen in a while that didn’t include women. It was a good chance to bond with Candice and Shabeer, two very close friends and my cousin Marcus, who I thought would have chickened out of rough and tumble experience that I’m sure he would not have gotten back home in Queens, NY.

Damn! Its 4:56 am. I have to catch a boat for another adventure. Taking my girl Candice to Plymoth, for the Jazz Festival. I’m not going to be late with the cost of those tickets so… Peace Out

Recovering

It's not that things haven’t been happening, its just that I’m still spending time recovering. Loads of shit happened last week, I’m just in a proper mental state to summarize and document them yet. Here are the highlights; I will go in-depth later this week or when my head stops throbbing.

1. Jesus Christ Superstar Rocks!!!
2. Call of Duty 2 is one of the best multiplayer games ever. I’m still recovering from a SWEAT last weekend in Couva. (That’s a LAN party for all you non-geeks out there.) It was the best!!!
3. Pabloz is an abyss filled with death, gloom, serious injury, hangovers, disillusionment, jetlag, internal bleeding, unemployment, divorce, amnesia, destitution, prostitution, abuse, nocturnal adaptations, James, vampirism, rum goggles, ‘MAFosity’ and fun… and there is pool and darts there too.
4. I like Kes, but I don’t like Kes’ album. I’ll explain later.
5. The Gym actually works. (who would have known) I guess I won’t quit after all.
6. Relation ships are had are hard to sail. (I wont go sappy)
7. After all of the above, I’m broke. L

Meet The F*#kers

This was an unbelievably hard week. I’m sorry, but it’s hard enough for me to write as it is. The stress helped to diminish my efforts. So this is my first entry for the week.

Anyway, I suppose I feel a little closer to my co-workers, a little hard work usually helps to make a team stronger, and the individuals more tired. I’ll probably be referring to them a lot in my blog so I think a formal introduction to my co-workers is in order. I’ll try not to be very opinionated since they probably might be reading this. :)

Let’s start with “Q” a big guy in the business. So big, this man can’t get fired. The best, (and only) copywriter in the company. This writer is large, dread locked, and lyrically fit. The brother has his own design boutique, his own entertainment magazine (411), and does music production on the side. When I grow up I wanna be just like “Q”. Check out his blog here

Karen, although could mostly be found liming in the studio, is one of the bosses. Often clad in all black, and drinking a Guinness, Karen is a creative “Pabloz” limer and usually brings some laughter to the studio. Check out her blog.

XEN of “D COUNCIL”

I will never forget the day I first heard the story about “D council” but that’s a story for another entry. He is a kool fellah. He got the name Xen from ALWAYS being in the club ZEN. I told him since he start working Publicis, he might as well change is name to PUBLICIS, because that is where he will be right through the night, working. Hailing from the west this is a young guy with real far to go.

Tish

This petite lady can leave you with quite an impression. Often found in the studio cracking the whip on unsuspecting artists, Tish is very lively and youthful, and her presence is always welcome in the studio (I suppose)

James is the notorious dark guy in the corner. A former pres man, successful business man and has a way with the women… I mean girls. Hailing from Pabloz, this drunkard can be found in the studio with a Guinness in one hand and his cell phone in the other trying to duck one of his many stalker girlfriends. As front man for local group Incert Coin, I guess you can say this brother is a success. Check out James’ blog

Then there is “B”. A Junior A.E. with an attitude as big as her ass. I love to heckle this girl and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. B is vanity personified. I often wonder if her obsession with herself is serious or merely a joke. Self proclaimed bitch, I suppose I can say something good about her and like she is hard working and efficient… hmm… well so much for that. She is seriously a twinge to work with, especially for James. The poor boy always ends up crying or screaming in pain with almost every encounter.

Scotty is the tallest most “lingue” white boy you will ever see rock out on guitar. Head of the studio and head of local group Incert Coin, Scott is a very cool, dependable person. So down to earth, one may never guess Scott is actually the boss’s son. Good future for this guy

Brent/Wonderboy to the rescue. “Jus follow the strange laugh, you will find him” Another former pres man that you may see dangling with his keys into the studio when he actually has free time. This guy has the best job in the world. This freaky white boy gets to scout models. Lucky bastard with his “pegs” cards.

Cherise… well I don’t know what to make of her yet but I try to watch my ass while I’m walking in front of her, she is a hitter.

I suppose that’s it. People come and go so I’ll keep this blog updated