The night of nights...
... and this was supposed to last until four o'clock. For me. The really hard ones only went to bed when I was on my feet again. Or should I write better when I was physically present? No matter, let's start from the beginning.
An hour before the party started I had to take a quick shower. After all, it was 30 degrees. The first guests were already there. So on time in Peru. Man am amazed. And I did. Marvel and take a shower.
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It was so messy. 7 p.m., the birthday child was as beautiful as a queen, the guests, who were now more numerous, were sitting on the chairs, the DJ set up his hi-fi system and nothing else happened. Nothing at all.
Two sisters were missing. The other siblings didn't want to start without this. At least no one could tell me when the princesses would appear. Or again I only understood half of it.
After an hour of waiting, the guests were already there in large numbers. My friend Miguel had been pointing at his beer meter for some time and explaining that the air was very dry. I felt exactly the same way. For this reason I started a discussion about whether we could at least release the beer and water. People, people, what a difficult undertaking. Mi hermano Hugo wavered, not wanting to offend the female majority. My dear wife said that this is a tradition in Peru. And I can sing a song about that, a very long one. But not in this post.
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8:43 p.m. a car appears from the darkness and there they were, the missing siblings. But it still didn't start. Because now it was discussed what the process should be and the stage was rebuilt and refined a bit. At that moment I was sitting all alone in a chair and wrote a bitterly angry post on a social network. Which I finished, but then deleted again. After all, it's my mother-in-law's big day and I'm the last one to pour water into the oil.
That means it's starting. And how.
One thing you have to leave the DJ in Peru. They can talk, talk, talk without taking a breath. At a party they would definitely get three 1000 page books. And that's how it was that evening too.
Then the big entrance of Queen Dolores. A few words about your guests. With a matter-of-factness that shows that their children have become who they are. Warm, sweet, wonderful.
Hermano Hugo and Hermana Ethel also had to say something before the first round of dancing opened with Queen Dolores and the men of the guest crowd. I was also allowed to take part and you can say what you want, but I can't keep up with the dancing skills of the Latinos and so my appearance was only short.
Finally the beer was released and food was also served. It's not just me who feels relaxed and contented. Miguel also smiled into his nonexistent beard. And the last guests arrived. Were they smart or did they have other things to do? No, I'm not asking that question.
Now it was the DJ's turn for the next few hours. The eldest Hermano Hugo opened the dance with Queen Dolores and now the dancing began. Whatever the hell. And drank and imagined and drank and danced. My person couldn't escape it and so I drank, I danced, I drank, I danced. As already written, until 4 a.m. in the morning. And it doesn't matter whether you can dance or not. It's important to take part.
After the initial quiet unrest, it was hopefully the party that Queen Dolores also enjoyed. Because it was her party and all relatives, friends and acquaintances had spent a lot of effort preparing it.
I found the party uniquely exhilarating and unusual for us Europeans. Ordinary would also be bad, because then you wouldn't learn anything new from the world.
Yes, one party is over and if you want to know what the next party was like, you should take a look here again. Maybe another day.
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