Caribbean Day Eve Eve

It’s Labor Day weekend, and if you live in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, it means a weekend of celebratory preparation for the West Indian Carnival or “Caribbean Day Parade” on Monday.  (If you live anywhere in the NYC area GET DOWN HERE on Labor Day for the show.) In other words, this is a weekend full of jerk chicken, oxtail, sequined dancers, reggae, dancehall, and (for some reason) Guinness. (According to my neighbors, stouts are the brew of choice. I have yet to see anyone drink a single Red Stripe in my 3.5 years here.) My sister, Lauren, is also in town and I need to take her to the various festivities. Our neighbor already offered us goat soup this afternoon. We just ran into him again on our way home and he made me promise to meet him at a party down the block in a few minutes. So apologies for this short blog note, but I’ll make up for it with some Caribbean Day documentation in a later post.

Alright!