Wedding This Weekend

Yesterday was Multicultural Potluck Night [aka, the annual mad-dash gorge-out] at my daughter's school. Ninety percent of her school is Asian, mostly Chinese, with India, the Philippines, and Vietnam thrown in. The four of us went, plus Betty's cousin Lou. Our carefully considered culinary contribution, representing North America, was a box of Church's Fried Chicken and for good measure, some Chicken Tenders.

So it was that our chicken blended in with the browns, tans and muted yellows of samosas, spring rolls, sausage rolls, spaghetti, chow mein, vermicelli, tortellini, deep-fried wontons, jerked chicken, pilafs, and pot stickers. People were grabbing for the wings and thighs even before Betty had a chance to put the food on the table.

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Saturday is my first cousin's wedding. Fortunately I was able to fit a donated grey Harry Rosen suit that was now way too small for my brother. My recent weight loss has come in handy. Think I'll spend the money I saved by not having to buy a goofy suit on some books. Whooops, just did exactly that—ordered 84 Charing Cross online, recommended by co-worker Wheatstone, and a half-dozen other titles.

The reception is held at a restaurant that fell victim to a recent string of holdups by a single gunman, including one incident on Main street that resulted in dead diners. The evening should prove interesting.

There might also be some internecine squabbling; I don't come from a closely-knit extended family. As a result I'm not close to this cousin and besides, she's like 15 years younger than me.

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