N., an old Peace Corps friend, came up from the wilds of Georgia for a whirlwind weekend of eats, talks, massages, and shops. We spent Saturday in search of the Bitten by Sarah Jessica Parker line. Alas, it was a great disappointment. Surprisingly only a few items were available at the Steve & Barry's. Oh well. We were at the mall, as opposed to The Mall.
After dropping off N. at the airport we continued on to the deep reaches of the Virginia suburbs to attend the annual Muslim-Mormon Ramadan Dinner organized by Muslims and Latter-Day Saints United for Values. It was pretty cool, especially as the event was hosted by members of the Ahmadi community, which not only had many parallels with Mormons (such as a living prophet and continuing revelation) but also all the men wore nifty wool hats. MoBob was the only Moroccan and he wore his djellaba (although without his cute little red hat!) and we were the only interfaith couple. One of the highlights of the evening was two Mormons performing a song based on some beautiful verses from the Koran. Only Mormons can make religious music in Arabic sound like country western.
The women stayed in a separate dining room connected with a TV showing the speakers in the other room. It was really fun - much frivolity and good-natured wise-cracking. I'm glad we went; MB and I had a lot to discuss afterwards and it was really a learning opportunity for both of us. Though I was afraid that during the Q&A period MB was going to raise his hand and ask the Mormon presenter: "This is what my wife does - is that normal?"