Will Air Guitar for Cash

I am in love.

Yes, the object of my affection are a pair of gorgeous, gold, open-toed heels, and yes, they were a tad expensive, BUT the material is apparently made from heaven itself, so I can hardly be blamed for for my lust. Growing up, Heather's rule for shopping was that if you walked away from an item and kept thinking about it afterwards (for hours or days), then the item is really something worth getting. I've held onto this maxim throughout my life, though there are certainly many items in my closet I could have walked away from, and several delicious very expensive items that remain forever burned into my memory as Things I Wish I'd Bought. But money's been tight lately, so when I saw these shoes in the store a couple weeks ago, I didn't even allow myself to try them on.

But then I ended up in the very same store last week, waiting for a friend to show up and trying to kill time. I had ran into Sweet Lucy on the way to the store, so she came in and encouraged me give in to my temptation and try on the shoes that were now staring at me. Yes, Lucy is the devil, but I was not really putting up a fight. The whole time I was sliding them on my feet I was thinking, "Please let them be too tight or really pinchy or somehow ugly on my feet." But...of course, fate is evil and the shoes were just as delicious on my feet as they were on the shelf. Then I cursed out Kedar, the friend I was meeting at the store, for being late and making me be bored and in love with some shoes. Finally, using all the strength of refusal I had left, I called J to talk me out of it.

But instead, he bought them for me. Let's hope I never become an alcoholic, or we might have some "Leaving Las Vegas" business on our hands.

On Sunday, Kedar invited some of us up to meet his parents and enjoy an Indian feast that his mom prepared. Before getting there, Kedar prepped us on the proper etiquette of eating Indian food. Here are the basic rules:

1. Eat with your right hand.
2. Keep your left hand away from the food, so it stays clean for drinking water or handling serving spoons.
3. Never let the serving spoon hit your plate as you're taking food.
4. Eat the entire bite in your hand at once.

J is a lefty, so Kedar told him to just switch the rules. But that was more confusing to him, so he ended up playing right-handed for the lunch. The trickiest part was tearing the naan with one hand. After that, it was pretty much just shoving it in your mouth any way you could. I'm sure we weren't graceful, but I don't think any long-term embarrassments happened. I'd never eaten Indian food that wasn't from a restaurant, so I wasn't sure what to expect, but it was all delicious. I think his mom tamed down the spices for our white palates, but I'm pretty sure I could have handled a little kick. Then we all relaxed by the television and watched the weirdest documentary ever about air guitars. We argued for a long time about whether this was a real or fake documentary, mostly because it involved scenes with a guy air guitaring on the street to raise money to attend an air guitar competition in Finland. It's apparently real.

And if IMDB is correct, there's more than one documentary on this subject.

I apologize that the posts here have been so sporadic. I have some things on my mind that aren't for here yet, and it feels weird to not disclose these things to you, but also it feels disingenuous to post about little things when big things are preoccupying my mind. But I'm trying to maintain focus here. Focus! I also have a little video of Max skateboarding that I keep forgetting to load up. I'll work on these things.