Monday, October 25, 2004
Bad weekend, my fault.
The annual UN day dinner on Friday went rather well, the Bhavan kids put up a great traditional dance sequence, hilarious at times when we noticed the boys all had funny painted moustaches and a poor boy's hasty costume change resulted in his pants falling off in front of respectable members of the business/ diplomatic community. It was a boo-boo, but one that got all the guests laughing because it was so cute. Glad I didn't screw up in my assigned role as chief usher but can't comment likewise on the rest of the night, in the post-event celebrations. It was ironical how the event left me feeling good and bad in the days after. The bitter aftertaste lingers on; can't blame no one but myself. And as previously mentioned in a recent post, indeed the intensity of the bad is much more overpowering than the good.
The annual UN day dinner on Friday went rather well, the Bhavan kids put up a great traditional dance sequence, hilarious at times when we noticed the boys all had funny painted moustaches and a poor boy's hasty costume change resulted in his pants falling off in front of respectable members of the business/ diplomatic community. It was a boo-boo, but one that got all the guests laughing because it was so cute. Glad I didn't screw up in my assigned role as chief usher but can't comment likewise on the rest of the night, in the post-event celebrations. It was ironical how the event left me feeling good and bad in the days after. The bitter aftertaste lingers on; can't blame no one but myself. And as previously mentioned in a recent post, indeed the intensity of the bad is much more overpowering than the good.
