Still recuperating from the big party last weekend. Everything was mostly okay during said party. Survivable, at least. Can't even write in complete sentences yet. Will be back to regale you with my tales soon. Until then, some highlights from the party:
The unstoppable rain, forcing all 60 guests inside tiny house for an evening of self-segregated fun. Also, wasting the hundreds of dollars on renting tables and chairs.
My grandmother, calling an Indian Muslim friend's hijab a "turban,"
My grandfather, calling the food "chicken ticket maRsala"
My mother asking a friend of M's (one of them) to translate the cake choices for M's aunt (who doesn't speak English.) Apparently the friend doesn't speak English either, because he smiled and nodded and walked away.
Me, wearing a dress that showed my calves in front of the Pakistani in-laws for the first time ever. Still waiting to hear back about that one...
Will be back tomorrow. Promise.
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Hahahaha besharm naked calved gori bahu! that's hilarious about the "turban." My mom sometimes calls my scarf a hat...don't know why she can't just say scarf.
Anyway, things went well? Give us the low down. What about the food issue?
WOW you showed your calves! You gotta update on how that ends up going down! Heck, I'm buying so many new clothes in preparation for my hubbies parents to visit in a couple of weeks. I'm so concerned about my already modest clothing not being modest enough. And you showed your CALVES!! LOL! My hubby would slaughter me if I did that in front of his parents! He is a Pathan, though...so that explains alot.
Yay! You made it... I'm dying to hear all the details!
Hahahaha... ROFL about chicken ticket marsala... omg, omg.... :)
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