Belly dancing?!

Yesterday I took a day trip up to central New Jersey to go to my great uncle Nate's 99th birthday party/6th wedding anniversary. That's right, he was married to his third wife at age 93. Please raise your hand if that also applies to you. His wife, Helen, is only 80, a baby by comparison. So this party went from 12:30 to 4 or so. The average age was around 75. It was full of family I did not know for the most part (I got an entire new section of my family 6 years ago!) and Nate and Helen's friends who I definitely did not know (because I was not an adolescent during the Great Depression). At 12:55 pm, my cousins and I decided a drink was required. Do not judge. We also got Nate a stiff martini which he promptly downed. Did I mention that he is 99? What a baller.
In the middle of from making polite conversation with people at least two generations my senior, it was announced that there would be dancing. Belly dancing. Helen's friend's daughter is apparently a belly dancer. She is also around 50. She did a couple of dances by herself before asking for volunteers to join her. She pulled up three 80-year olds, gave them silk scarves, and taught them rudimentary belly dance moves. If you haven't seen geriatrics shake their midriff, you are missing something. Something ridiculous, to be specific. It was just an absurd situation and I was completely unprepared. I could only sit there covering my mouth with my hand from a combination of disbelief and laughter. I was just going to see family and be a good great-nephew; I did not know I would be getting a free show.

The past week was fairly writing intensive because my note is due soon. This week will be even more so. I'm not saying the writing will be good.
On Friday, I took a break from writing to have lunch with Asher who was in town briefly. We went to a fairly nice restaurant in Dupont and upon sitting down Ash immediately says "Happy birthday, sorry I missed it," and pulled out the sketchiest looking package ever. I have a picture:


That beauty is a bottle of Nicaraguan rum wrapped in tape and a ziplock bag, just in case you couldn't tell. Clearly the most appropriate thing to be whipping out and placing on the table in the middle of a nice restaurant. Thanks Ash! I am glad to see he has not lost his touch.

I refuse to watch Sportscenter for the next week. The Patriots forgot the cardinal rule of sports: don't suck. I'm not even sad that I didn't get to watch the game because I was in Jersey. Though I like to think that maybe if I had watched and provided that little extra boost of positive energy then it could have changed everything. A kind of butterfly effect (not with Ashton Kutcher though). Does anyone else think like that ever? I got made fun of for saying that before, so I really hope I am not the only one.

"Can You Repeat the Question? Sorry, I have to pass"

Except for one review class tomorrow, today was the last day of classes. Hallelujah. There is nothing more to learn about administrative law; only things to re-learn that I forgot when I blacked out during class. To solemnify the occasion of the last day, the most ridiculous Corporations class ever commenced. My professor cold calls a lot every day. But today a pattern developed: he would call on someone, they would pass, he would call on someone else, they would ask him to repeat the question and then pass, and finally my professor would ask for volunteers. This pattern became uncanny. I thought maybe the class was pulling a fast one that I was not in on. I got called on today and thankfully answered the question correctly. Now, I understand passing in that class; it has around 150 people in it and you don't want to fumble around for the answer and waste everyone's time. But a total of 27 people opted to pass today - my friend counted. That's excluding the 10 or so people who asked him to repeat the question and then answered (usually incorrectly). Apparently next to no one did the reading or could be bothered to listen. It was not a mass conspiracy, it was just absurd.

TSA checked my friend's hair as she was going through security. Her hair was in a bun and apparently it needed a good squeeze to ensure safety.

I think it's time we update coal. You now get a solar panel in your stocking if you have been naughty.

Good day, sir. I said good day!