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beyoncepadthai) wrote2015-09-23 03:14 pm
beyoncepadthai) wrote2015-09-23 03:14 pm
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don't invite any zombies
The thing is, sometimes Mindy actually does miss her parents. She's pretty good at burying it deep just like she buries her almost felonies and feelings for ex-lovers, but sometimes she's startled by how much she misses them, by the silences that might otherwise be filled with her ambitious mom's broadway song.
And then she gets really, really sad.
And then she refuses to be sad and decides to just get focused, instead, like she is right now in search of all of the makings of a killer Diwali party.
It might not be until November but it's officially been too long since Mindy threw a party and she's fairly desperate to have the opportunity to make a new playlist. Of course, this party will be a little different than her birthday or her and Danny's not-quite-shared Christmas party, a rare acknowledgement of the fact that she is, in fact, Hindu and knows some vague things about her religious and cultural heritage.
Super, super vague things, like the necessity of dosas and samosas and somewhere to draw Rangoli designs that she's pretty sure won't work in her apartment. What she requires is pavement, and she's almost certain that it's going to be too cold to host the party on the roof of Dimera, so she'll have to compromise.
"Do you have, like, blackboards?" she asks an unsuspecting storeperson who appears to have never heard of the concept of chalk, or anything that doesn't involve a touchpad. God, she's showing her age. "You know, you write on them? You draw on them? Sometimes lewd... okay, what about colored sand?"
She really, really doesn't want to have to color sand herself. Isn't there someone she can pay for this?
"Thanks, Ben," Mindy reads off his nametag. "You have helped me not at all."
And then she gets really, really sad.
And then she refuses to be sad and decides to just get focused, instead, like she is right now in search of all of the makings of a killer Diwali party.
It might not be until November but it's officially been too long since Mindy threw a party and she's fairly desperate to have the opportunity to make a new playlist. Of course, this party will be a little different than her birthday or her and Danny's not-quite-shared Christmas party, a rare acknowledgement of the fact that she is, in fact, Hindu and knows some vague things about her religious and cultural heritage.
Super, super vague things, like the necessity of dosas and samosas and somewhere to draw Rangoli designs that she's pretty sure won't work in her apartment. What she requires is pavement, and she's almost certain that it's going to be too cold to host the party on the roof of Dimera, so she'll have to compromise.
"Do you have, like, blackboards?" she asks an unsuspecting storeperson who appears to have never heard of the concept of chalk, or anything that doesn't involve a touchpad. God, she's showing her age. "You know, you write on them? You draw on them? Sometimes lewd... okay, what about colored sand?"
She really, really doesn't want to have to color sand herself. Isn't there someone she can pay for this?
"Thanks, Ben," Mindy reads off his nametag. "You have helped me not at all."