Today is about as multi-cultural as a day can be.
Ken and Patti's daughter, Kimmy, is attending her senior prom in a couple of weeks. That means shopping for a prom dress. A custom of which I know nothing.
But I do now. Patti had found a store filled with exotic choices. The store name -- Tacoma Discount World -- did not hint at its contents.
I recognized it the moment I walked in.
The gown choices looked as if they were a combination of a Mexican beauty contest and a quinceañera. With colors that could be found in nature only in the higher reaches of the Amazon.
We left gownless. But my multi-cultural evening was not over.
Ken and Patti are neighbors, and close friends, to Fijians of Indian ancestry. They invited us over to meet a Fijian national hero -- Waisale Serevi. A member of the Rugby Hall of Fame. Nicknamed "King of Sevens."
It was a great evening. I am hardly an expert on rugby. But we shared sports tales -- over three servings of kava. And that was a first for me, as well. People who say kava is relaxing are not exaggerating. Its reputation as a calming agent is well-deserved.
Well-deserved enough that I am on my way to bed for a nice sleep.
Tomorrow -- I am on the road to Salem.
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