I was invited to a Dominican party last night. My dear maid---and friend---got married yesterday and made herself a beautiful party at home last night. She told us it was to start at 6.30, so I rented a car so that I could transport the other two girlfriends and myself in style and comfort, without ruining the dresses or the hair.
Before I left to pick them up, I was giving the dog a spin around the block because I knew it would be a late evening and I didn't want to come home to any little "surprises" on my rug. One of the girlfriends' husband is a money changer on the street and I see him every time I take the dog out,and Pedro starts yelling at me (it's 5.00), what are you doing here, you're supposed to be on your way to Puerto Plata, my wife and her sister are sitting there waiting for you, and I'm like, Pedro, chill. So I come home, brush my teeth, put on lipstick, give the hair a final fluff, and head out to pick them up.
They're in no particular hurry. We have some juice, the sobrina does Morena's hair, we take some pictures, and we head out.
We arrive at the party at about 6.30 and we are the first ones there. They are still setting up tables and chairs and decorating and the bride is still in jeans and a t-shirt. So we sit and we sit and we sit and my friends don't drink because they are some kind of special Christian and I can't, because I'm driving, and not until 9 o'clock does the bride retire to her room to get back into her wedding dress and the party can begin. And then they take pictures I swear of everybody at the party with the bride and groom, with the cake, and I kept saying to my friends, we are next, I'm telling you. And they say, no, we're only work friends, no way, and sure enough, the photographer hauls us up there for several fots with bride & groom & cake. I would have been slightly more good natured about it had the groom not been caressing my waist....
The food didn't come out until 11, and it was very good. By now, the party is in full swing and the three of us are so tired we can barely hold our heads up.
But the moral of the story is never, ever be on time. It's a First World thing and it gets you nowhere in this country. Except it does get you wedding cake to eat for breakfast......
Before I left to pick them up, I was giving the dog a spin around the block because I knew it would be a late evening and I didn't want to come home to any little "surprises" on my rug. One of the girlfriends' husband is a money changer on the street and I see him every time I take the dog out,and Pedro starts yelling at me (it's 5.00), what are you doing here, you're supposed to be on your way to Puerto Plata, my wife and her sister are sitting there waiting for you, and I'm like, Pedro, chill. So I come home, brush my teeth, put on lipstick, give the hair a final fluff, and head out to pick them up.
They're in no particular hurry. We have some juice, the sobrina does Morena's hair, we take some pictures, and we head out.
We arrive at the party at about 6.30 and we are the first ones there. They are still setting up tables and chairs and decorating and the bride is still in jeans and a t-shirt. So we sit and we sit and we sit and my friends don't drink because they are some kind of special Christian and I can't, because I'm driving, and not until 9 o'clock does the bride retire to her room to get back into her wedding dress and the party can begin. And then they take pictures I swear of everybody at the party with the bride and groom, with the cake, and I kept saying to my friends, we are next, I'm telling you. And they say, no, we're only work friends, no way, and sure enough, the photographer hauls us up there for several fots with bride & groom & cake. I would have been slightly more good natured about it had the groom not been caressing my waist....
The food didn't come out until 11, and it was very good. By now, the party is in full swing and the three of us are so tired we can barely hold our heads up.
But the moral of the story is never, ever be on time. It's a First World thing and it gets you nowhere in this country. Except it does get you wedding cake to eat for breakfast......