Recently we attended a wedding, a 15th
birthday party, and our neighbor’s birthday dinner all of which we were the only
non-family invited. What an honor!
For the 15th birthday, our invitation said
8pm. We were the first to arrive at 9. Paraguayans arrived at 10. We ate at 11.
The waltz began at 12. We left at
1. Others left between 2 and 3am.
Again, the invitation said 8pm, but since this was our
first wedding to attend, we didn’t know if the same “showing up late” rules
applied. We decided not to risk it, and
headed for the church by foot at 8. As
soon as we got there, the father of the bride called our cell to say that the
bride wouldn’t be there till 9:30. He had
seen us pass and felt badly that we would have to wait.
Our neighbor had invited us over for her birthday dinner
at 8. Of course, there was no way we
were going at 8. An hour later, I could
not stand it (being late) anymore and I went across the street. Jeff refused to go even at 9 and he held out
till 9:30. Of course, he missed
nothing. Others arrived about that time
and we ate an hour after that.
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