Dance, Sari, Vince is home.

Saturday night, I headed out to Virginia to see my friend’s daughter’s arangetram, or debut performance in traditional Indian classical dance.  She had invited me a few months ago and I kind of understood it to be a dance recital, but I didn’t quite understand that it was going to be a 2 hour solo performance with live orchestra for over 200 guests followed by a catered dinner.  It was a beautiful, beautiful performance.  I have some exposure to classical Indian music by being friends with Vidya and Kiranavali, but I’ve only listened to music practice in their house, never an actual performance. 

Vibha’s mom is Satya and she’s here with Karuna.

Vickey and Karuna.

When I was walking up the sidewalk to the performance hall and I saw all these colorful saris, and suddenly I remembered that I do own a sari which was given to me by a friend in Singapore and I thought ah! I should have worn my sari, I have so few chances to wear it.  But then I couldn’t quite decide if I was allowed anymore to wear a sari.  Oh well, it doesn’t matter, I forgot that I had one so I’ll have to wait another 10 years for an occasion to present itself again.

I went to work at the hospital on Sunday (my first day on the floor) to find out that an old classmate of mine was charge nurse!  I said – Eunice!, you’re charge today? And she said – today is my first day as charge, where everyone’s problems become your problems too.  And then she asked, who talked you into having your first day on Sunday of all days?  I’m said that it was a long story which doesn’t need to be retold here. 

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While I was at work trying to remember that it was Sunday and not Monday, Jeremy went to pick up Vince from scout camp.  He took Edda and got there by lunchtime.

They ate at Jimmy John’s.

And they got home!  And then I got home!  And then we are all together again.