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Congratulations to R and S!

I have so much to write–knee surgery follow-up, International Education Week, P’s cousin coming back from Nepal, not to mention the remaining posts from our Nepal trip–but first things first…

Many of you are familiar with R and S. They are our very close and dear friends who often show up in blog posts. P went to high school with S, they were there for P and and my engagement, I did a whole series on their wedding in Nepal, and they were both in our wedding party and helped so much with both ceremonies.

So I am very excited to announce the birth of their first child– “NS” born early Sunday morning.

While P has been healing from his surgery, we have been waiting for the call from S to let us know about their son’s arrival. Late last week I would occasionally get a text late at night from R, and I was excited to open it thinking it was news of labor, but instead they were messages like, “good luck to P on his surgery” and “no signs of baby yet.”

S called us around 9am on Sunday morning to let us know about NS’s arrival. I was so excited I wanted to jump in the car and drive down to meet him right away. Alas, we need to wait a little while more before P can manage any trips. I’m dying to meet the little guy, but hopefully soon.

So congratulations to the new mother and father, R and S, and welcome to the world NS.

A Night at the Himalayan Yak

I’m sorry, I have yet another “the Nepali world is so small” story (that’s what happens when everyone seems to know each other!)

After our friend’s wedding we attended last Friday, P, D, KS and I drove back north together from Pennsylvania. D lives in the same apartment complex as us in Massachusetts (hence why he appears in half of our stories– or at least the ones involving food ;)), but we had to drop KS off in New York along the way.

We took our time leaving PA, then hit traffic as we approached and entered Manhattan, so by the time we arrived at KS’s apartment it was already late afternoon. Add an hour or so of tea drinking, snacking, and “chillaxing” (hey the computer didn’t autocorrect that word—I guess “chillaxing” is legitimate now!), and it was just about time for dinner.

What to do?” when you are a ten minute drive from Jackson Heights on a Saturday night? Head to that New York-South Asian mecca in search of Nepali food. And what better place than The Himalayan Yak on Roosevelt Ave? I’ve discussed the restaurant before, so I don’t have to go in to too much detail, but the restaurant really has a nice ambiance. The brick walls, wooden handicraft art on the wall, the large number of Nepali patrons, and live Nepali music almost makes you feel like you are in a café in Thamel on the other side of the world.

The four of us headed over and put an hour’s worth of quarters into the parking meter. “I’m sure we will be here longer than an hour,” D prophesized, but we parked close to the restaurant, so I could always run out and add more.

KS and I

P, KS and D ordered a series of appetizers—bhatmas ra chiura, at least two rounds of momos, sekuwa (meat), fish. I had veggie pakora—for which D teased me, “You come all the way to a Nepali restaurant and order Indian food?” and veggie/paneer “sizzler” platter. We ate and ate and ate. I added more quarters to the parking meter, and we sat and ate some more. It helped that the Manchester United/Barcelona game was playing in the restaurant, so P’s eyes were glued to the tv while chewing on fried fish and chicken.

KS had a Nepali high school friend who had recently transferred from work in London to Stamford, Connecticut, and KS had invited her to the restaurant. While P watched the game and we waited for KS’s friend to navigate the subway, the restaurant started to fill up with people—particularly a lot of twenty and thirty-something Nepalis.

I got up to use the restroom and when I got back to the table P was sitting next to a guy I had never seen before. Apparently they went to high school together back in KTM, and hadn’t seen each other since they both graduated and left the school, and here they were randomly bumping into each other at the Himalayan Yak. The friend introduced us to his Nepali wife, and P introduced me as his “wife”—-ooooohhh—–the newness of that word is still exciting! And the two chatted while I went to put even more quarters into the parking meter.

P and his high school friend

Shortly after I returned, another Nepali guy started to walk by our table toward the restroom, did a double take, then yelled out, “Hey D! Hey man! Haven’t seen you in a long time!” Apparently at the other end of the restaurant a bunch of D’s high school friends had gathered unexpectedly, and then randomly ran into him. D was carted off from our table, and we wound up losing him for the rest of the night (he had to take a bus back to MA the following morning).

KS’s friend showed up and P, KS, her high school friend and myself wrapped up our two and a half hour long dinner. P said good bye to his friend, and we parted ways with D, who was now sitting at the head of a table of about ten people, and we left Himalayan Yak just as our quarter stash was about to run out.

We dropped KS and her friend off, picked up our dog from KS’s apartment, and P and I drove the final three hours back to MA.

You never know who you might meet on a Saturday night at the Himalayan Yak.

A Shout Out to Two People in Philly (AKA another post about how the Nepali world is very small)

(Just to try and clear up confusion… I think everyone knows P and C, U= P’s brother. T= Nepali guy in Philly, Z= American girl in Philly. I= me, it’s not another character)

About two months ago, while P was in Nepal, I received an excited call from P’s brother U who lives in a suburb of Philadelphia. He was thinking of moving and was looking for a roommate, and had placed an ad on Craigslist.

It just so happens that a Nepali guy responded to U even though they didn’t know the other was Nepali at the point of initial contact. Once the coincidence of nationality was out of the way, they thought it was interesting that they had lived not too far away from each other for the past year or so, but didn’t know the other was around. Eventually they started telling each other about themselves. The other guy (let’s call him “T”) also had an American girlfriend, so U mentioned that his brother had an American girlfriend and that “P and C” were planning to get married in July in Massachusetts. T and his partner (we’ll call her “Z”) were also planning to get married in the summer as well. They chatted about some other stuff, and parted ways, thinking that they might move in together as roommates.

T tells Z about his conversation with U, and some of the details about U’s brother and his American girlfriend sounded kind of familiar… C and P, Nepali and American weddings on July 9th and 10th in MA, etc. It just so happens that Z occasionally reads my blog and asked T to check with U to see if his brother’s girlfriend blogged, and if so was she “AmericaNepali.”

So that was already a pretty neat connection, but then it gets even more interesting…

Shortly thereafter, unfortunately, there was a family emergency and T had to unexpectedly travel back to Nepal. P was still there, and hadn’t yet heard about the conversation between me and U. One day while P was traveling in the city, someone mentioned T’s family to P (which he didn’t personally know) and asked if he would like to travel to T’s house to pay respects to the family.

P arrives and T realizes that this is U’s brother P… the P from the blog. So he says, “I know you, you are getting married to C in Massachusetts on July 9th and 10th…” and explains how he knew U from Philly, and that his American girlfriend Z reads my blog. P thought he had a great story (I’m always giving him grief about never having good stories), so he excitedly calls me from Nepal that evening and starts telling me about a guy he met in Nepal who was going to be roommates with U, etc etc etc. I said, “Oh yeah, I know…” and explained the rest. He was surprised I knew the story, and was bummed I ruined a good story that he finally had to tell.

So Memorial Day weekend (two weekends ago), P and I traveled to Philadelphia to help U move, and he thought it would be nice to organize a dinner at his house between me, P, U, T, and Z.

I’ve met a small number of fellow bloggers (Big Bad Blond Bahu, Gori Girl, Gori Wife Life), but I had never met someone who found me through a google search before. It was neat to talk to someone for the first time who already knew a lot of my backstory, and it was equally interesting to hear her backstory too. Due to the situation that originally caused T to travel to Nepal, she and T will be moving to Nepal soon (instead of moving in with U) and staying there for at least the next year. I hope, if she is interested in documenting her experiences online, that she might be willing to share some of her experiences with us as well (either in guest posts or on her on blog).

So I wanted to make a quick shout out to T and Z in Philly, and reiterate yet again, how small the world can be when you meet other Kathmandu-ites around the world :)