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A summary of my weekend because it was funny:

Friday:

First experience going out in Tana to experience le night life. Not gonna lie, this was not so much a casual ‘girls night out’ as it was a full scale boite operation intensely orchestrated and planned by, yours truly,  monsieur they-see-me-Roland.

However, was grateful. Because. Being white in Tana freaks me out sometimes during the day and I had yet to be out past 7pm. SO yeah the boite experience was great and was a reminder of the realities of alcohol tolerance – lets just say I bought one drink and ca suffit. Side note: there were many geckos in places where they should not have been (context: this is the nicest night club in Tana)

Saturday:

Slept in (till 9 *gasp*) and helped my dad make the fried eggs because my mom was doing the laundry. This was about 5 minutes after him being all progressive and saying that household chores should really be shared, that the man is called the chef of the famille but that is not really the way it should be.  Ironic but hes the cutest so idc.

We went to visit my other sister and her perpetually confused looking tiny adorable 9 month old bebe Leonardo. We were all going to go to the zoo but the garage door was broken so instead just me and my mom went (?) mora mora. She spent many tense minutes speaking with the zoo officials so that I could get in with the Malagasy price (because the price for foreigners was “lafo be “ = way too expensive = less than 5$). Wabam I was now her daughter-in-law obvs. I saw lemurs lemurs and 4 giant tortoises (!!!!!! GIANT) a lot of birds and 5 camels (?). also regressed to about 6 years of age. My mom tried to buy me cotton candy, held my hand while crossing the street, and continually referred to me as a “zaza lehibe” = big child. did not contest. It was the best ever.

After we went into town and she bought a cooking pot and also a mat for the bathroom with giant feets on it because I thought it was funny. We met up with dada and they deliberated for several minutes over which pastry to buy and then we ate it on the car on the way home. !!!!!!!!!!!! BEST DAY EVER.

Sunday:

Did not go to church because I was writing a paper (heathen). IT’s fine though neny and dada are super chill about me skipping out on jesosy. After we went to a family reunion (happens once a month). We got there early and within 5 minutes I was handed a karaoke microphone and instructed to sing. Uhhh. 

When everyone got there there was much quoting of the baiboly and talking in Malagasy and then there was food on food on food on food . can’t explain. Let’s just say the self-service with the meat would have been preferred but I ended up with about half a cow and 3 chickens on my plate. Not even going to mention the pasta couscous  crackers or RICEEEEEEEEEEEE. and cake. Vary betsaka MISAKAFO BETSAKA. It got to the point where I was earnestly chugging the dreaded “jus naturel” in hopes that I would have a nice vom sesh later. Malheureusement this has not come to pass. After rejecting several offers to MIHINANA BEBE KOKOA (eat more) everyone realized there was a Britney Spears song on the karaoke machine (going continuously during dinner) that I , obviously, knew and wanted to sing for everyone. Did not know the song at all but do not worry because I ROCKED it  and then I sang Hotel California, I turn to you by xtina Aguilera and my heart will go on, with help from my 12 yr old cousin. I also did a solo version of the previously mentioned song about “the white people are washing their hands” but no one cared/noticed.

There was a pretty sunset on the way home as I was squished into the back corner of a hollowed out frame of a van, with a single red plastic rosary hanging from the place where a rearview mirror should have been. Gotta love mads. Taxi be times with the fam. It is now almost 10 so way way past my bedtime. Love you all !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /also in love with the world probably due to the half cow in my belly. Gnight = TAFANDRIA MANDRY