Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
dancing under the full moonlight!

here i am! and so delighted to finally be at the bloglandia ball! the rochambeau chauffeur was supposed to pick me up but i was so busy in the kitchen that i missed my ride!

i was preparing h’orderves when i heard what leslie and jack were bringing. i thought to myself screw this! i would rather eat that!
i almost settled on flowers until i suddenly remembered they were being provided by rodrigvitzstlye!
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but i could not leave behind the bigger- than- my- hand pink flower that i had picked for somepinkflowers this afternoon.

i already knew that jill was bringing refreshments so i figured i’d bring some coffee in my jebena (the coffee pot) and fingals (the cups) to compliment my dress.
who doesn’t enjoy coffee after a good meal? or a fine essprsso which is what good eritrean (or ethiopian, we share everything but language) coffee tastes like.

i’m wearing my favorite eritrean dress and notice that i’m wearing my netsela (the shawl) as i should, to the right to show that i’m a married woman. or was it to the left? i can never remember.

i honestly can never remember but this is my favoritre way to wear my netsela and because i don’t like symbols that mark people or myself . besides, it’s just hard to keep it in place swung over to one side or the other. but i guess in a conservative and reserved culture, there’s gotta be a way to let them know if you are available or not!

after dancing all night until my feet hurt, you’ll see me walking out with my netelsa over my shoulder becuase it will be just way too hot in that ballroom and i’ll be too tired to care.








