Anguilla
is a vacation spot for the overly wealthy and the seriously beautiful! There was
me, Mariah, a few of her nearest and dearest. A huge white mansion on the edge
of a cliff overlooking the ocean, a private beach, 12 staff looking after 10 of
us and much, sun, fun and bronzed bums.
DAY ONE: Jermaine Dupri pops over to celebrate Mariahfs 17th No.1 (only beaten
by the Beatles – this is history!) and to congratulate her on beating 50 Cent
for the album of the year sales-wise. MC and JD drew the number g17h in the
white sand on our private beach as we all sipped a couple of dozen rum punches
and gazed at the starlit sky.
DAY TWO: MC invited a reggae band to come over and play for us at our BBQ as we
ate crayfish, sweetcorn, BBQ chicken, ribs and garlic bread. We then had a dance
off. MCfs choreographer and friend Rachel flipped upside down and did a
handstand on a pole to ewind her booty downf and showed the locals she may be a
Yankee but her roots are strong. Then, to the localsf delight, MC and her two
friends/singers Maryann and the Grammy-nominated Trey Lorenz and I took the mic
to sing MCfs songs in a greggae style". (Pass the Duchie was my particular
speciality!)
DAY THREE: We wanted to learn how to surf, so three instructors sailed over in
their boats but alas, when they turned up we found they were teaching us to
windsurf! MC gave it a go but when we saw how violently the sail falls we
convinced her to sit back, relax and watch us attempt it instead. I think I was
pretty good considering it was my first attempt – and I wouldfve been even
better if MCfs security man, Rob, didnft keep trying to foil me by yelling
eSPLASHf. Did I tell you all I can do more leg throw-downs than him in the gym.
Hee hee! After getting up on the board a few times and going way too fast for my
liking and bailing ship, we returned to our house pool which is heated at all
times for a military-style water work with MCfs French trainer and nutrionist
Patricia. Yep - she kills us but look at MCfs abs - its worth the pain.
DAY FOUR: We had mucho fun riding the waves on the banana boat and ring
dinghies. I made MC sit at the back of the banana as thatfs where itfs the
scariest and most bumpy - well she is the bravest, so why not? That night we had
another beach BBQ and bonfire and the moon was actually smiling at us, or was
that the rum punch?
DAY FIVE: We went bareback horseriding on sable-brown stallions in the sunset
and were left free to run the horses around the island. My horse was freaking
from the second I stepped onto his back and wanted to take his own journey
regardless of my whoopinf and kicking - we think he was on some kinda herbal
crack! Ifm not gonna front, I was shook. MC wanted to ggallop faster" all the
time and I was like: gIfll see you later ma!"
DAY SIX: Snorkelled. It was a great day full of sunshine and pool frolicking. I
couldnft have been more relaxed. Then my hair went green. Well, if wefre gonna
get technical, lime. I called my hair dresser Julian (even though it was 1am in
London). He chuckled: gyoufve been oxidised by the chlorine." Luckily for me, MC
(who once went to beauty school) had a batch of lotions and potions by Artec
Sunflower - and soon my hair was neutralised into a slightly less crazy witch
colour.
DAY SIX: Thankfully my hair wasnft bad enough to freak out the dolphins which we
had been waiting all week to play with. We kissed, clapped, danced, sang and did
tricks with the five beautiful creatures including swimming with us on their
bellies. One of the dolphins was called Bianca and as MCfs fans will know,
Bianca is not our favourite person so we were slightly freaked out. But, by the
end, MC and Bianca were swimming off into the sunset, so all was peace and
harmony as it should be at the start of the year.
Then we were told it was time for gwheels up in an hourh (celeb speak for
eplanes jettingf), so we threw long (fake) fur coats over our bikinis, jumped
into a jeep which deposited us to a private Anguillan airfield to MCfs G5 jet
and arrived back in MCfs home town of NYC by sunrise the next day.
Much shrieking ensued as we flashed MCfs apartment doormen in our bikinis and
cosied ourselves up at the end of our vacation in her fabulous crib. What a way
to start 2006!
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