Leave it to me to stumble into a New Year’s party on Sept. 8.

I have a tendency to find myself living out the worst case scenario.

I don’t mean on big stuff. My kids are healthy and big picture things are good.

When I say I end up in the worst case scenario, I mean a lot of little things. You know, you crave Chick Fil A on a Sunday, the football game you are covering goes into overtime causing you to figure out how to make deadline, or you finally get time to watch television and Netflix pulled the show you wanted to watch.

It is like death by a thousand paper cuts.

But after all of these years of weird coincidences and crazy situations really peaked this weekend. Dawit wanted Ethiopian food. That genre of food and the smells and tastes that come with Ethiopian food are some of the things he still remembers about the first four years of his life. When he walks n the Queen of Sheba in Oklahoma City, he always inhales the aroma and feels at home. So when he asks, we try to make it happen.

Normally, there is no wait and we get to talk to the owner and her family and eat authentic Ethiopian cuisine. Saturday night, we pulled into the parking lot and it was packed.

Leave it to me to stumble into a New Year’s party on Sept. 8.

I’m sure you are confused. I can explain.

As of today, it is 2011 in Ethiopia. Enkututash is Ethiopian New Year’s Day. The Ethiopian calendar has 12 months with 30 days and one month with five or six days depending on whether or not it is a leap year.

New Year’s Day in Ethiopia has religious and cultural significance. A group of adoptive families with children from the country all got together at our favorite restaurant for a time of community and feasting. Wecame in just as the party ended.

It didn’t take too long for everyone to figure out that Dawit was an Ethiopian expatriot too.

I’ll never forget when I first signed up to coach soccer in Shawnee at the YMCA. We were waiting for Dawit’s teammates to arrive and when the first one walked up, his father was white and the child had obvious Ethiopian characteristics. I asked if he was from Ethiopia and he looked at me like I was crazy.

After he said he was, I explained that my son was too.

We were in Shawnee, Okla. and the first two kids to show up for practice were young Ethiopians. What are the chances?

That encounter led to a close friendship with that entire family. Saturday night’s strange celebration ended with us trading information and joining the group so Dawit could stay plugged in with other kids living a life similar to his.

I’m used to some weird things happening, but I never expected to interrupt a New Year’s Party in September. Hopefully this one will work out well.