Them cousins find it customary to spend birthday celebrations - or any gathering for that matter - in Central. I realized it would be a good venue to introduce new people with old ones and an excellent start to get very tipsy before we all head off to this week's Irie Sunday in B-Side.
By the time we're all walking slowly to the next party place, my heart was pounding wildly. The cousinhood, save for my brother Lec, are no hardcore reggae fans let alone enthusiasts. Will they have fun, too? Besides, I'm not wearing anything rasta, except for my earrings that my hair tend to cover. Why didn't my midriff top have anything red on it? Not that I'm having buyer's remorse. Maybe the better question is: how could this birthday girl NOT wear anything red?
To my surprise, my beloved cousins were already making plans to come back as soon as we started swaying to the third track. Their sweaty faces were indeed portrait of merriment and everything beyond my expectation. Plus, they hit it off with my other friends. That really made my night extra special.
Central photos by Chad Barreyro.
Irie Sunday photos lifted here.
Great photos!:) Advance happy birthday!
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