Kurtis, Karaoke and Cocktails with Mom
My mom came to visit this past weekend and we did nine thousand billion things.
One of the highlights (aside from renting a late-night karaoke room where my mom quickly became far too adept at entering all of her song choices into the system with the Korean remote control for my liking. Just kidding mom. Love your song choices!) was checking out the South Asian street festival in Little India.
We stupidly ate brunch before venturing out to the East side and were kicking ourselves the moment we smelled all of the amazing food on offer, but we managed a little snack or two and had a grand old time browsing the gorgeous jewlery and fabrics.
We were also lucky enough to catch a couple of dance performances. The dancer pictured above told a ten minute story of a god and his devotee through her dance. The precision of her movements, coupled with her beautifully expressive face were mesmerizing. I love thinking about all the ways people find to tell stories.
But after some more walking all over the city and shopping she treated me to a delicious dinner at Grace, where we cooled right down with some seriously pretty cocktails.