they know how to party

Harroo

Last night I went to my friend, M's 21st birthday party. It was mostly family/friends and a lot of the speeches were in Punjabi.  I spent most of my night listening to a newly made friend translate for me (I was the only asian person there).

I told my parents that when I came home and they asked me "weren't you bored?"

THE ANSWER IS NO WAY.

These people know how to party. After the speeches/video/dance presentations were done (4 hours later hahaha so many people), they opened up the dance floor (to be known as the "DF" from here onwards) and EVERYONE, young, old and awkward scrambled eagerly towards the wide open space to boogey the night away. The older generations totally ripped the DF to shreds man. This would never happen at an Asian family gathering.

Maybe it's just M's family and friends, but they are so close. I wish my whole extended family/friends were this close. Big families are so awesome. In the future, I'm gonna try to convince K to have lots of kids. It's gonna be great.

It was really funny when I was talking to one of the girls about how complicated/intermingled their relationships are. She was saying something about her cousin being married to the son of the couple sitting behind us - who happen to be related (somehow) to M.

But yeah, going back to my original point - my parents don't know how to have fun in comparison.  If we're at karaoke, D will not sing. D will stare longingly at the scrolling lyrics on the screen, but he will not sing.

If D was a Chinese woman in 1940, he might have made a very good bride. He has a straight nose, small lips, round face, long legs, super conservative views and he's very poised. Part of being poised and presentable is achieved by doing the following: not engaging in any embarrassing activities, such as singing at karaoke and dancing at parties, not smiling with teeth showing in photos and laughing in a very dignified way.

It was annoying wearing a sari though. Even though it's super pretty, it's a bitch to keep in place (the drapey stuff slung over your shoulder) and it gets kinda hot inside.

But even so, I loved it. HAHA. Sequins and sparkly shit rock my socks.