This weekend was the Phagwah or Holi parade in Richmond Hill, Queens. It was also a tremendous opportunity. What better place to find myself a West Indian husband (as my mother has threatened to find for me many many times. Because it would make me happy, damnit!)?
But guys, there was a problem. The choices were a little slim!
First up were these boys. They look good and know how to keep rhythm (a plus), but I dunno, you know what they say about drummers…
Then there was pair. I’ve always been a Hanuman fan (mostly because I like monkeys) …
But there was something about Krishna that was appealing. Unfortunately he’s a little too “Avatar” for me (Ugh, that movie ruins everything).
Whatcha thinking about Krishna?
This one’s too young:
And this one’s too old:
This one’s too into his makeup and jewelry. Plus he already has a whole entourage of ladies:
And mom would definitely not approve of these two:
But wait! Who’s this vision?
This guy has everything a West Indian girl could want. Note 1) The cup of hard alcohol just a little after noon:
2) The huge Om necklace. He must be really religious! And
3) The wedding ring. Oh.
Oops.
And he coulda been the one, too. Sorry mom! We’ll get ’em next time, promise.
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