LAST WEEKEND was fabulous as Carlos Café, over there on Belmont Road, in New Kingston, and one of this here city's long-standing hot spots, celebrated its 13th anniversary. Its owner and impresario Carlos MaxBrown served up a splash for his patrons.
The Big-Enchilada, however, was the absolutely amazingly fabulous and oh so excitingly exotic Halloween Party, Kevin Levee and his staffers threw over there at Hedonism III, in Salem, near Runaway Bay, St. Ann, last Friday night into Saturday morning.
Luvs, if y'all missed this one, don't know how you will all get over it, as this one was mercilessly fabulous. We are talking about a celebration of life of unequalled propensities here as guests came from as many and as diverse a place as Austria, Australia, Brazil, the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Holland, Italy, Scotland, South Africa, Switzerland and from every which corner of the continental United States of America, to celebrate Halloween, and
celebrate they did.
PARTY AND PARTY
Dovecakes, they came to party and party they did like it was the last night on the planet earth! And so they partied, and partied and partied dressed-up like Tina Turner, the Adams family, Mike Myers, doctors and nurses, ghosts and goblins, the dead and the undead, cops and robbers, prisoners and jailers, French maids, priests, homicidal maniacs, sex-slaves, corpses, leprechauns, sumo wrestlers, devils, angels, monks, nuns, gender-bending drag queens you name it, it was represented.
Oh, my word, what a night! It was above and beyond the imagination of mere revellers as indeed, this was devoutly flattering celebration of paganism at its absolute best, and then some.
When it was time for the parade of costumes, it was clear that the guests came to party and so it was all-systems go for a night of unrepentant madness, as the costumes were indeed straight from the latest horror flicks, news headlines, and/or simply everyday fantasy. It worked like a magic potion setting the night for a wanton and unrepentant celebration.
Oh, mi madre y padre, what a night!
PIANO BAR
Pumpkins, what started on the main stage as a costume parade and fun-a-thon, blew through the resorts' piano bar like a witch on a turbo-propelled broom, before coming to a partying stop in the Bond-themed OctoPussy Disco, 'where derrieres are shaken, not stirred!' and blasted off like a graveyard in eruption and on steroids!
My dears, between the hours of 1 a.m. and 4 a.m., it was like the OctoPussy Disco was the centre of all the worlds of the universe, as the world of the dead and the living, clashed in glorious celebration, of all that is living, the dead and the pleasures of this life and beyond. It made for a most wonderful spectacle.
Among those winning prizes for his innovative costume was Kingstonian Robert Haughton, whose costume depicting a putrefying corpse, was adjudged the third best overall.
It is often said: 'Daylight is a reveller's worst enemy', not so here my dears, as when Saturday dawned, the revellers welcomed her with a fresh round of partying, that continued way into Sunday morning.
