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November 2018
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Bruce [userpic]
Diwali

Yesterday I'd been tagged to drive my parents to a Diwali celebration.

The plus side was that I got to spend several hours at a fascinating mansion of a house surrounded by a happy, colorful group of people, and munching on some pretty fantastic food.

The down side was that I had my dad in the passenger seat for the round trip to Fremont from their place in the Santa Cruz mountains.

Apart from an hour here and there, I didn't wake up yesterday until 3:30pm, which, given me, means I didn't make it to my parents to pick them up until well after 6:00pm - mostly because I had completely forgotten what 880/17 traffic would be like around 5:30pm.

No matter. We got to the party late, but Indians are only a tad prompter than QST, so that went fine. Apparently, all the food was from a particular region (whose name I can't remember), so none of it seemed all that familiar. But it was good stuff. The downside was that (1) I hadn't eaten yet, and (2) I didn't realize that the first wave of food was merely the appetizers.

So I didn't have room to eat any of either the main course or dessert.

Such is the fate of the glutton.

It was rather fascinating - I swear that all the participants over 20 not only were married, but had children - frequently several. There were scads of cute kids in amazingly cute outfits everywhere.

There was a "performance" part of the evening, where kids would get up, and do something traditional, either a dance, or an accompanied song, or a poem. There's something about a little 5 year old doing a dance that's just almost painfully cute.

About 10:00pm, my parents ran out of stamina, so by 10:30pm we'd said our goodbyes and were ready to leave.

I survived the trip back.

My dad has always had an intense need to be in control. This of course involves a certain amount of self-delusion (none of us are really in control of much), but in his case, the need at least took the more positive path. Where he felt the need to know more than everyone else, he damn well learned his material. And in driving, he became a very good driver.

All the time I was growing up, if he was in the car, he was the one driving it.

And now he's in no physical condition to drive, and has to sit as a passenger.

I have to keep reminding myself of all this as I drive him around. It helps me avoid patricide.

What makes it worse is that some of the advice/instructions are perfectly valid, so I can't just tune him out. Others are just silly. Some are downright insulting.

Anyway, I got them home, then zipped on down to Ken B's for what was left of his party - which turned out to be an excellent group of people sitting around and watching Tootsie. I got myself a glass of Bleh™, and fidgeted around, like I do with movies containing lots of embarrassing moments.

But it was fun. Then we all said goodnight, and headed home.

I was up for quite a while more, of course, largely wasting time reading the reviews in the Beyond the Groovy Age of Horror blog. It's addictive - to me, at least. There are reviews and summaries of terrible, terrible trashy novels. It's great for me - I get the experience of the best parts of reading trash without losing all that pesky time.

Then some attempts to sleep while still digesting heavy Indian food. And some fascinating dreams. The only one I remember was something about working for a company that was selling dinosaur-raising ranches on Mars. It was only a semi-scam. We owned the land, we just didn't know really how much space it took to raise a herd of dinosaurs. We were throwing around the concept of a round 64 acres per when I woke up.

Also something about shipping an Australian dinosaur specialist off to Mars to promote the scheme.

I haven't been up for all that long now. I need to get myself cleaned up, then I'm probably going to find myself a place to eat in the City, pre-Bootie.

Current Location: The Duplex
Mood: awakeawake
Comments

little kids dancing kill me with their cuteness every time. And I am lucky enough to see it every week!!! Glad you had fun :)

Thanks! It was charming.

There was even one child around 1 or 2 years old that "danced." He hopped around and waved his arms to the music.

It was to die from cute.

i love that you trade marked 'bleh' now. :-)

It seemed appropriate...