Fundraising with pappy

Whenever my dad picks me up to go somewhere, I usually try to pimp his ride. He has a nice little Mercedes and so it’s only natural that I try to embarrass him.

Yesterday, I decided to play Akon’s Bananza (Belly Dancer). Daddy usually ignores me and pretends nothing’s changed in the car. This leads me to believe I may have to do something more drastic like taping a spoiler to the car before I get in and then taking it back with me before I leave him. We’ll see.

The Fundraiser was quite nice, and it was put on by a well-reputed 26 year old Muslim organization . I wasn’t really paying attention to one of the speakers, but didn’t think it was all that obvious until my father leaned in and asked me what I was doing.

I asked him what he meant by his question and he told me I was swaying and he wanted to know why. I told him I was feeling dizzy and excused myself to the washroom. I don’t even know if people actually sway when they’re dizzy, but I bet my dad doesn’t know the answer to that either. In reality, I had actually been bopping to abovementioned Bananza in my head.

Best part of the evening was when I as usual made a complete fool of myself at our dinner table. My dad had another engagement last night and he told me that he had to leave at 8:30 pm. And so, like the good little girl that I am, 8:30 pm rolled around and I put my fork down, packed up my purse, looked at everyone seated with us, indicated how lovely it was to meet them, shook some of their hands and proceeded to stand up.

My father looked at me and enquired: “Where are you going?”
“It’s 8:30, baba.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No. Not until dinner’s over, Maha.”
“Oh.”
“It’s rude to leave in the middle of dinner.”
“Oh. Ok.”

Whatev, daddy. I sat back down and continued eating my salad, but not before I said to the table at large: “It is nice to meet you”.

And remember how my dad forgot my birthday last year? I told him I’d send him a reminder this year and that he could either buy me a condo, or just give me a lot of cash next month. He laughed at me as I ate my salad and stared at him in wonder.

Beats: Purchase Karuan’s Dohuki Ballet cd. It’s classified as Electronic, but I think the music industry should come up with a new term for the East meets West genre that’s growing at an insane pace. Something as simple as ‘Eastern Lounge’ would be enough to draw my eye.