The Most Halal Birthday Party Ever
8 Oct
The little dinner thing I threw was apparently the most “halal”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halal birthday party ever, according to some of my Muslim guests. Halal food + Arab Street + no alcohol + large turnout of family. “Dammit I really should take after you next time,” they quipped.
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* I showed up in a dress and a new haircut, both of which shocked everyone.
* They attributed the dress and haircut to someone else, and they were right.
* I suck at running around and making decisions _in real life_. My father was telling us on the way there that his marriage works because he sits back to relax while my mother does the running about, so there’s balance, and I seem to have inherited that trait from him. Someone else had to do the running about, or in this case “hello – fish chicken beef lamb?” for me, because I suck so bad.
* My lovely but idiotic friends were having a blast at the photo session. They were organizing themselves into groups: “all your Indian friends”, “friends who have __”, and “I’m Your Only Chinese Friend” groups.
* Eyelash curling, I maintain, should be designated as torture.
* Nobody seemed very interested in the Canon Selphy 710 compact dye-sub printer with card reader and display, that I brought along for instant printing. I was most hurt!
* Somebody else has a “roundup”:http://ballsy.wordpress.com/2006/10/08/happy-culturally-confused-birthday/. Said somebody else bought me jade jewellery and said ““rub it, whenever you get confused who you are, Chinese genie will appear and scold you in Hokkien” and “don’t like can give your mother”….” Smart ass!
Thank you for coming, and thank your friendship. I have an extraordinary family, and most extraordinary friends.
Now on to the twenties, and responsibility.
