But it might not have helped.

Is it possible to have a rockin party without booze (Booze was brought by some, but they had to drink it outside in the middle of a major winter wind and rain storm), when most of the guests are either Amritdhari Sikhs or new immigrants from Kenya and the main music was the halftime show?

We did have the best guacamole in the history of the world and someone tried to compel me to bhangra. With half my body semiparalysed and bad arthritis in the other half, it’s amazing I didn’t break something.

There were no decorations before the party, but the food scattered everywhere on everything could be called decorative afterwards. (There were a couple gay men, but they were mostly interested in getting to the Singh’s hairs with their clippers; not a bit of decorating. And their haircutting plans fell through.)

Unfortunately, I throw only one party a year, but I’ll invite you next year. If that’ll help.

Chardi kala!