This year, I went to bed around midnight and tried to peel myself off of the bed when my alarm sounded Kes "Your Body Wukking" at 2.30am! I put the coffee to brew and jumped in the shower to stretch out the cricks in my lower back with some Snake oil. I checked my body parts, made sure everything was intact. Since foot, waist and neck were working fine, to Soaka I went!
The party starts at 3am and goes on through sunrise and the hours when you should be home making Sunday lunch. When Machel comes on, he calls for the water trucks to soak the crowd with enormous water hoses. Sounds like the prelude to pneumonia but it really is the BEST morning of your life.
This year I thought I would be all chic and wear my J. Angelique white ruffled bodysuit.
So what to wear to the wet fetes?
I would have said to wear a cute crochet cover up, or a sleek monokini and hot pants- But since I "fraid powder" I would say wear whatever you don't mind ruining. A plain white vest, disposable shorts and waterproof makeup are your safest bet. You never know when a phagwa session might mysteriously present itself.
J. Angelique bodysuit has been soaking in a solution of bleach and water. Hoping for a miracle, Lazarus style.
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