Chester Francis-Jackson, Gleaner Writer
Then my daahlings, if y'all missed that absolutely fabulous reportage by the equally fabulous Janet Silvera of The Gleaner's Western Bureau in last Friday's edition, then honeys, y'all missed the piece of the season!
Honeys, we are talking decidedly and deliciously wicked here and hilariously so, as it seems that all the would-be bought and paid for 'class' went out the window.
And as for all the talk about the retinue of the international who's who jetting in for the affair well, y'all can see that that was nothing more than wishful thinking!
High Seat
Then, it seems that the age-old admonition that '"igh seat kill Ms. Thomas puss", is falling on deaf ears, as now that 'god' is dead, there's an indecent rush of people offering themselves as potential replacement for 'him'.
Well, the word is out, and will definitely not be the self-style 'front-runner.' And this my daahlings dears, is exactly, how it should be!
And so it is, my daahlings, that amid all the talk and concerns about the approaching Hurricane Ernesto last weekend, no storm, or hurricane came! Flooded streets and blocked roadways were never going to be enough to keep the party hearty away from celebrating the beginning of the age of Virgo.
My daahlings, the destination of choice was, and always is, the fabulously hot resort, known as Hedonism III, located near Salem, Runaway Bay, in the garden parish. Pumpkins, it was all that, and then some, as guests flew in from the continental United States and Europe to party - and party they did!
Doves, I kid y'all not when I say, if y'all have not yet spent a weekend at the party centre of the Caribbean, then honeys, get with the programme and get online and make them there reservations as it is simply one of those things the fabulous must simply do before they die!
Virgo party
Well, honeys, the fabulous were in-house last weekend, for the commencement of the month-long Virgo celebrations, and sweet-things, popular hotel will never be the same again, as for my word, did they party!
The actual festivities got under way on Thursday night, with the weekly toga-party hosted at the resort's dining terrazzo and honeys, it was one of those nights. The threat of an approaching storm only added more fuel to the already bursting cauldron of energy that was gathered in the name of Virgo, and honeys, when it was all over, there were precious few left standing!
Oh my word, and then some! Talk about fever, honeys, Pocahontas and Captain Smith never had it hit them so good!
Dubbed Cesar's Rampage, last week Thursday's weekly toga-party was faultlessly decadent in that good, clean and honest mode that only true Roman and/or Virgoans can muster.
Luvs, we are talking a toga parade here of the highest order, and nothing but and an entertainment package that easily rivals and surpasses anything that is mounted in Las Vegas, Nevada!
Oh, mama-mia, talk about a sizzler, well pumpkins, this was all that and then some!
No reprieve here, just raw unadulterated fun set against a feast of fabulous intensity and scope and made for a mouth-wateringly satisfying fare, like no other!
Dinner and Cesar's Rampage out of the way, it was then up the resort's reggae themed piano bar, where the brave are to be found bellowing songs, the truly talented and/or the gifted having to be persuaded to share of their talent with fellow revellers, and honeys, it was that kind of a night - one where the talented was in-house and music was at its finest, as it massages the soul and transforms all within earshot into songbirds too.
Work a tune
But honeys y'all have never heard Lorna Bennett's Breakfast In Bed until y'all have heard the resort's entertainment coordinator with the moniker 'Ebony' work that stanza. And honeys, work it she most certainly knows how to!
We are talking goose-pimply fabulous here and then some as indeed, Ms. Ebony not only knows how to work a tune, she knows how to set an audience afire! And dears, the honeychile was giving fever! Mmm!
Friday was declared the au natural de jour and so was spent recuperating in the resort's pool with intermittent games of volley-ball, body-shots, and copious amounts of premium touristy-mixed drinks that did more than hit the proverbial spot but really transported one to the galaxy where life is viewed through la vie en rose, and nothing but!
Then there was Saturday, August 26, that will long be remembered for its indulgences! Oh my word, what a lovely way to burn!
Pumpkins, it all started with some mimosas at around mid-morning, and by lunchtime it was all systems go and the partying was well and truly in high gear.
Dancing up a storm
Did someone say storm? Honeys, this was a hurricane of a fabulous time at the resort's main deck and pool bar as the revellers took the partying to another notch and worked it like true hedonists! But all that tamed into insignificance later on that night, when Octopussy Disco exploded into one hot and steaming dish of fabulousness!
Dovecakes, the theme was leather, and for my word, did guests work it! And if the leather was not hot enough, y'all must remember that at the disco rumps are shaken, no stirred and at around 12:30 a.m. a bevy of beauties took to the main bar and to some of the latest in pop arias, simply shook-up a mini thunder storm!
Honeys, hell was never so hot, and we mean red hot!
Now, don't y'all be expecting to be hearing who was in-house and partying, because it was hot like that and way too fab to remember such pesky little details as names.
Suffice it to say that the fabulous American songstress and recording artiste Monet was in the house, and honeys, the multi-talented artiste had guests in musical heaven, when she unpacked her flute, and performed a number of her songs from her best-selling album.
