Happy Birthday Claude!

So yesterday was our friend Claude's birthday.  We all felt we needed to celebrate somehow, so we had planned a little nice evening on the rooftop patio with all our housemates and one or two extra friends.  But Claude is an extrovert.  By extrovert, I mean EXTROVERT.  And that is how we unexpectedly ended up with thirty friends enjoying a rooftop dance party, old-school hip hop music, and lots o' drinks.

First, our cook Joseph prepared us a FEAST. With coleslaw. And it was muy delicioso. 

Then, after dinner and maybe a drink or two (...), a Ron vs. Claude dance-off to Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean", which most judged to be a draw but which I think Ron won handily (hey, who that has seen him dance can deny he's got moves?).

Umm...PRICELESS.  Ready for framing.

While the other ladies were envying my husband's Michael Jackson moves, I hung out with Kelley and Mireille...

And now Ron's back and flushed with victory so he graces Alice and I with his presence. If you think Ron looks a bit more svelte than you remember...he does.  In fact, right before the party, he was running up the stairs, and his shorts (which are a bit snug at home) actually fell off his skinny bum. Luckily no one was around so his dignity was saved.  But I think he will be wearing belts from now on.


Kelley with our good friend Brandon the Tree Planter, who provided the speakers for the evening. We like Brandon. A lot. Everyone likes Canadians.

Oh, what a night.  In the end much fun was had by all and I think we scored a point for white people's rhythm skills.

In the next post I will tell you about the Batwa wedding that we just attended, in which 153 couples tied the knot at the same time.  Some of them even knew each other's names. Intriguing, yes?