A Party.

Good friends of ours are in town visiting family. They have a 6 month old baby boy named Vayav who many of their extended Edmonton network has not met. There was a party on Saturday night to give people the chance to meet said baby boy.

It could actually qualify as a feast. I LOVE Indian food. Love love love. I savour curry and cry at the same time because of the spice.

True love requires sacrifice.

This party was catered by New Asian Village.

YUM.

The event was actually in a part of the city that is really only accessible by car. When I thought about who else I would be seeing that night it occurred to me that friends Cary and Alana were probably going too. I was in line at Credo during the market, and called them right away to organize a car pool. Even if we have to drive somewhere it still makes sense to find ways to reduce overall trips by car. And this way we all went together. Fun!

This is Cary.





And this is Alana's baby bump, enjoying a mango juice. Alana is one of those people that doesn't really look pregnant even though she is pregnant. Not fair.





The guest of honour, baby Vayav! Baby V definitely has Dexter beat in the hair department. WOW.





Our host, Veer.





And Nina, Vayav's mom. Nina is the sort of woman that doesn't look like she has had a baby at all. Also not fair.





The boys. Future debate partners (that is how Veer and Don met back in the day).





And then the outdoor tandoori BBQ began. And this was just considered the appetizers.





Don enjoying his plate on the lawn.





The presentation was so colourful.





They pour chutney and yoghurt into these tasty cups.





Next to the food, the thing I love about an Indian party is the proliferation of saris. They are so beautiful. I've always wanted one but have never had occasion to go get one. I think if I ever do, a punjabi suit might be more up my alley. It's not like I have an Indian grandma at my house to help me fold and tuck. The worst thing about wearing ethnic clothes (of another culture) would be wearing them wrong.





See? So pretty.





This woman looked stellar. I couldn't believe the shoes I saw at this party. Best. Sandals. Ever.





I got another shot of her inside later on. This was an example about how more is more. She had so many accessories. But they all worked. Too bad I couldn't get a shot of the ring on her other hand. It was right out of Indiana Jones, Temple of Doom.





And I always like polka dots. The lady on the polka dot sari was actually a grandma-type. Too adorable.





And I thought this girl looked really good too.





Lots of plates, ready for dinner. There was Indian TV on in the kitchen the whole time.





And of course, dinner feast!





There was a subsequent area to enjoy chai, fresh fruit, the rice pudding dessert, various sweets, and those amazing honey doughnut ball things. MAN. Such a good party. I can't recall the last time I've been to a party at somebody's house where there was an actual bar AND a bartender guy who walks around giving you white wine and new mango juice drinkies every time you're out.

Dexter also enjoyed his first naan bread.

It was paradise.

Now getting there was one thing. But it goes to show that a little planning ahead of time can still result in a win for reducing car trips. And if we could all just get rid of a few, I bet it could make a cumulative difference.

Tandoori for everyone!