Oh yeah, the Saturday thing.

Not a roaring success... my knee was hurting all night, the service wasn't that great, not everyone was friendly with each other, and yours truly and my aunt Joy weren't eager to be there in the first place - bed was much more like it. And while I don't want to side with the columnist who said West Indian music was the worst in the world, it doesn't make me want to dance much. (Oh, AND the portions could have been better.) So happy to be out of there after 1 am...