Because of Chang (rice beer) I was unable to shoot a lot of the party, so here are some preparations, and than some dancing.
FUN! Everyone was incredibly inviting, and wanted to see nothing more than a silly American dance. (in my opinion all the dancing I see from the Indian Pop tv is quite bad). I got down. I know about three indian songs, and they are the ones who use english for their choruses. “pump up the jam” is my favorite, or “do you want a partna?”, or even a bit of spanish for that mexicali- indian flavor: “maria, maria, seniroita maria”. Admittedly, I was quite drunk and having a good time.
Parties end the same way they do here as in America just in a different language, or very broken english. Su -Bas, mentioned before, sat me down and a. made me promise to come back for Krishna’s wedding b. make sure I understood he is my Nepali brother and “you my American broda”, and, lastly, c. making a promise that went something like this: “any Nepali disturb (points aggressively) you, I…(stumbling, drunk not sure of the word)…I…(slashes his index finger across his throat)” He did and said this about 5 times. I got the picture, and said “thank you, that is a very generous offer”
