It was christmas and all...

Sitting with my cuz shoulder-surfing who says I should rename this blog because people will think I'm stupid... 14, and said with such revere I spluttered my lukewarm coffee. and reminded him to not tell people we we're related.

Went 'Home For Christmas' but my aunt didn't fall for it. Once she figured out I had a wedding to shoot in Siparia - minutes away, instead of hours away if I stayed in the city - she decided that this didn't count as a visit and so I'm due a return visit. a real visit. But ahh, oh the childhood memories that rushed in, un-welcomed and un-beckoned, mostly. It really was a whirlwind weekend.

Wedding shoot in Siparia for 2PM home and nest then up to meet baby sis in Point, drop her 'home' then shoot up the highway for a 12Noon wedding shoot starting in La Horquetta, to Malabar, to La Joya then to drop the videographer back to La Horquetta. And stop in to fondle Johnny's new D7000 after 10Pm. To Chaguanas to sleep it off because His house is way quieter than mine.

The differences in the weddings, Siparia and La Joya were my biggest delights for the weekend.
What did I get for Christmas? A new frame of mind


The result: I'm sick and forced to confront the cliche 'been run over by a bus'. yet.

Heard in the City

Week before Christmas, and I was still looking for that Christmas Spirit, not sure what I'd do if I did find it... Decided to take public transport to my drop off in the city. Memorable though the entire evening was, the overheard exchanges were best. My fav:

Girl across street screams to guy on other side
Dirt! Where Yellows?
He gone tuh check Zippers?
Thought Zippers by Rat?
Nah Rat come back in.
So who picking up Yellows bags 'cause I ready to go?
Call Sharpie nah, he up by Moose booth

...my nickname's 'Bunny", so lackluster