juggles, chuggles, snuggles

so there's a cultural gathering every sunday in a nearby park.
fouad's childhood friend brian invited us to go frolic,
and frolic we did: drumming, juggling and dance to boot.


you know the party is good when a sassy five-year-old
wearing matching bright red shades and booty pants
sits nearby and blows bubbles to the beat. cute!


these heavenly hunnies were doing the african equivalent
of the macarena, which let me tell you only looks good
in still form. their jiggle and shake were nice though.


feel the beat? fouad and i tried out the drums for the first time,
and i at least realized pretty quickly how difficult it was.
gotta pick up an instrument and practice, practice, practice.


we also realized the conditioned response of the juggling stare:
that glazed over, unfocused but extremely concentrated look
of managing 3 balls in the air instead of just 2.
i hope to continue learning!

foreign objects

this is back from the hirshhorn in d.c.
just one of many things i miss about feeling at home
where foreigners are other people
and they're the ones who act out of the ordinary
and it's not me :)