The coolest thing we did this weekend was on Saturday night. But the most unusual (for us, anyway) was during the day. Moon and I drove to Rockford to join my mom for a benefit tea party, with the theme “All Things Girly.” I know! But it made her so happy to introduce us to her DAR friends, and we did have a nice time together. One thing for sure, Moon is a phenomenal daughter (and granddaughter). I don’t think it even occurred to her to complain, and she was very cooperative when her grandma wanted to squirt her with perfume before the event.

Both of us are eligible to become Daughters of the American Revolution someday if we ever decide to do that sort of thing. They get to wear medals, and I do like shiny things.

In the evening, we went to a concert — something called a kirtan, although we really had no idea what that meant. That was a tiny bit nervewracking, since even Peter opted to join us, and we weren’t sure he’d last if it ended up being boring for him. The main performer was a woman named Ragani, and she was joined by a bass player, two percussionists, a guitarist and a group of backup singers. Except in a sense we were ALL backup singers, as kirtan involves call-and-response chanting. It doesn’t sound anywhere near as awesome as it was, because I can’t begin to describe the awesomeness. Let’s just say that three hours went by very quickly, we were all energized and happy, and I connected with the singing in an astonishing way.

After the kirtan, we bought a CD and asked Ragani to sign it. She is personable and lovely, and has a terrific sense of humor. I’d totally want to hang with her. Peter took this photo, as well as one of her harmonium. (When was the last time you saw one of those?)

Anyway, I feel so blessed to have had such a fun experience. And doubly blessed that Pete and I have such cool kids. No one ever prepared me for how great teenagers could be. (Peter will be 13 exactly one week from today, so he’s not an official teen yet. But close enough.)