Perhaps rolling out of bed groggy from sinus meds and rushing off to Zumba Toning could put me in a bad mood. Maybe coming home and taking a quick shower with the only desire to watch episodes of Ally McBeal and possibly nap was on my personal agenda.
But I pulled it together, and had a really great time in the process.
One of my old friends, for whom I have not seen in well over a year, popped by with her vitamin shakes for me to try. She is working for (I think it's called Body by Vi, I may be wrong.) Anyway, I was a good sport and gave them a try. I got to taste a coffee flavored one, a plain one and a strawberry cheesecake one. They were actually pretty good. Full of fiber and other vitamins and nutrients, sugar free (I think) and gluten free. All in all, they taste good.
Finally another friend stopped by. More so, a friend of the other friend, but someone I had met through her about two years ago. Again, more shake tasting...
Finally our guests of honor came. The Jamaican and the Russian. (Well - she is from Kazakhstan.) They came bearing yummies - Jamaican Jerk chicken and cinnamon rolls.
The egyptian pulled together all of his creations (typical egyptian lunch) and we all dug in for a truly delightful feast.
We all sort of made small talk, sharing how we all knew each other, and what the other person does for a living. The Jamaican (who is a talker) shared a lot of his work stories, his wife, the Russian, told us about her trip home to Kazakhstan for the first time in nine years, and explained it was a major culture shock. She explained that most houses have no hot water, very little running cold water, and no flush toilets. She said she did not realize how much her life had improved.
You may be wondering how the Jamaican and the Russian met - she was basically a mail-order bride. They shared their story with our guests, and as always, the Americans are just fascinated by their story. The good news - these two have been together for 9+ years and are happy.
With such a mix of people, the Jamaican started playing a little game, "Guess your Heritage." He went around the table and tried to identify the "rest of us" - where are roots are from. He was pretty much 100%.
Finally, my two friends left and the rest of us retired to the living room to discuss - guess what? Race relations in the states. In grand Mr. Jamaican fashion, he started explaining how he believed the 2nd amendment only pertains to white people. He explained that when you hear the government talking about wanting the guns, he believes it is really only wanting to take the guns from the black man.
|The Russian thinks I keep my house too cold. I broke out the snuggie!|
Later I debated with him and explained that I thought younger generations are dealing with race relations much better. I went on to say that since he entered the country in 1975, perhaps his experience was a bit different, from say, someone my age or younger.
Over all it was a decent night. I later made it back to my bed room, with the pjs, a few mini cinnamon rolls and my episodes of Ally McBeal.. right up until the time I drifted off to sleep.
All in all - it gets a B+