Nevertheless I was way too tired to panic over all this. So, being told the party would kick off at around 9pm, I decided to have a quick nap before getting ready. That nap turned into 2 hours of blissful sleep. I woke up to find 3 new voicemails on my phone and about 6 missed calls. I was late!! Really late!! I thought real quick about what to wear, and had my iron free outfit out ready to go. I took a quick shower, then called my bredrin "Trini" and told him I would be leaving in 20 minutes, cool. Setting an all-time new record, I was ready in 30 minutes FLAT!!!! NO MORE, NO LESS!!!! Mic and Tru would be so proud!!!!

Pulling up to the Villa Ronai parking lot we were sure we had missed everything, that all had been packed up and the red carpet rolled in. Au Contraire, we were the early ones!!! For once I was somewhere on time! What worried me now was why noone else was there yet. The car park was practically empty, (lucky for us in the long run), so we ended up wid a nice likkle parking space.

Walking down a beautifully torch lit stoned path, the unique character of the venue hits you. Villa Ronai is nestled in moderately cool Stony Hill. You are surrounded by towering trees and plants creating a vibe like you are in the middle of a forest with sculptures of deer and owls peering out at you. It’s a dream venue for a small event. A great big blown up photo of the Killer hugging No Doubt’s Gwen Stefani nudges me back to reality, lest I forget why I am here.

We step into the still very empty venue where the stage has been set and silver balloons line the ceilings. The bar looks a pretty sight with its barmaids all lined up ready to serve dressed in sexy white shirts, tied in the front with cute little bow ties. Bounty stands in the centre of it all surrounded by several (early) journalists conducting an animated interview. I snap a couple of pics of the Main Man and then head towards the open bar. There was a slow trickle of people gradually filling in the empty spaces, and it was beginning to look like a real party. Phew!! Not like I ever worried about the Killer flopping out, c’mon!!!

As I walked around taking pictures I ran into TOK who mentioned going on tour soon. VC stood nearby and I took a couple pictures with him, then moved on to mingle and find my bredrin who had by now disappeared. In my search I ran into Claudette Powell and we embarked on a journey to the back of the venue by the awesome poolside where Spragga, Ricky Rudie and Roundhead were holding a medi’ (chillin). Making small talk, Spragga tells me he’s working on new material for his upcoming album... music to my ears.

Shortly after taking a few more pictures, we head back into the party just in time for Bounty cutting this great big cake decorated with a large picture of him on one side, on the other a picture of the platinum record, and ‘Congratulations Bounty’ written across the bottom. This closed the door on the “formalities” of the evening, opening it to pure party vibes hereon... That spirit was definitely climbing.

The bar was in full effect, and now all those sweet bartenders were scrambling around in a frenzy, determined to meet every order. I started on the champagne but by the time I went back for my third glass it was finished. So that was it for me too.

Still no sign of my bredrin, I decided to have some food instead and there was loads to choose from. It ranged from snacks like chips and nuts to full out dinner. I had the shrimps and the curry.