I came home the other day to find Maka and
Lali from next door in the middle of their own mini-supra. Well, actually, it wasn’t so much a supra as
a plate of khatchapuri and a very large, mostly empty bottle of cha-cha. I’m not sure what exactly they were
celebrating, but they seemed determined to celebrate in grand style. Lali’s daughters showed up looking for their
mother and got sucked into the celebration without much protest.
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| Gaumarjos, I guess! |
They made me bring down my panduri and play
for them the one song I’ve learned. I
don’t even know the words, just na-na na-na.
Since the cha-cha was pretty much gone by this point and they had moved
on to the cognac, I don’t think they actually noticed.
Of course, my feeble attempts at Georgian
music inspired them to play all the Georgian music Maka has on her
computer. Tako has been studying
Georgian dancing nearly as long as Ani has, so she decided to teach me. Of course, this devolved quite naturally into
a Georgian dance party in the living room.
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| I'm not entirely sure what's going on here... |
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| Or here... |
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| Raise the roof! Um, literally in my case. |
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| And then Lali decided that she wanted a mustache. |
At some point, someone put on some swing
music, and they had me teaching them the Jitterbug and the Charleston.
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| Maka dancing to Benny Goodman |
Ruso had the camera, and she made very good
use of it. I’m pretty sure some of her
photos are going up on Russian FaceBook as blackmail in a language I don’t
understand.
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| And done. |
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