If every little girl wants a pony for her birthday, than every young woman must secretly want a horse, even if she learns to hide this desire upon realizing it´s impracticability. However, for her 23rd birthday, Jessica´s dreams came true (at least for the afternoon) as our friends brought a horse to our door for her to ride on to Mass. Upon reaching the entrance, the service was held up so that Padre could come sprinkle holy water on the duo.
From there things seemed to be going pretty typically for a parish party--everyone ate chicken and mole, and Jessica was able to avoid the Mexican custom of having her face smashed into her cake. Things got a little unusual when she was pulled into a small side room, blindfolded and stripped.
Once, Jessica had told Padre that she felt left out because she had never experienced a quinceaños--a ¨coming-out¨ party for Mexican girls on there fifteenth birthday. Padre took it upon himself to remedy this situation, and Jessica´s girlfriends squeezed her into a puffy, sparkly, white and pink gown and presented her to her friends and Mexican family. She first waltzed with Padre (her surrogate Father) and then all the males in the room, including two ten-year old boys that she danced with at the same time.
Guests were called up to give her presents, most of which were flowers and chocolate. The sweetest gift was from our little friend Luci who gave her a cartoon drawing of Jessica. Padre and Gallo (in deference to the fact that Jessica is constantly begging me to allow her to get a puppy) were responsible for the funniest thing-- a stuffed dog that sings, in English, ¨I love you more than I can say. I´ll love you twice a day,¨ and dances.
Festivities continued well into the evening, ending after the rondalla (a choir consisting of guitar players) that plays at the 7 p.m. mass serenaded Jessica with birthday tunes, and paid themselves for their services by finishing off all of the party´s whiskey. We returned home exhausted, wishing we had a beast to help cart all of the loot.
Though I´ve told Jessica that a having dog would be too much upkeep, I´m still trying to think of a way for us to permanently keep the horse. Happy birthday, chica!
From there things seemed to be going pretty typically for a parish party--everyone ate chicken and mole, and Jessica was able to avoid the Mexican custom of having her face smashed into her cake. Things got a little unusual when she was pulled into a small side room, blindfolded and stripped.
Once, Jessica had told Padre that she felt left out because she had never experienced a quinceaños--a ¨coming-out¨ party for Mexican girls on there fifteenth birthday. Padre took it upon himself to remedy this situation, and Jessica´s girlfriends squeezed her into a puffy, sparkly, white and pink gown and presented her to her friends and Mexican family. She first waltzed with Padre (her surrogate Father) and then all the males in the room, including two ten-year old boys that she danced with at the same time.
Guests were called up to give her presents, most of which were flowers and chocolate. The sweetest gift was from our little friend Luci who gave her a cartoon drawing of Jessica. Padre and Gallo (in deference to the fact that Jessica is constantly begging me to allow her to get a puppy) were responsible for the funniest thing-- a stuffed dog that sings, in English, ¨I love you more than I can say. I´ll love you twice a day,¨ and dances.
Festivities continued well into the evening, ending after the rondalla (a choir consisting of guitar players) that plays at the 7 p.m. mass serenaded Jessica with birthday tunes, and paid themselves for their services by finishing off all of the party´s whiskey. We returned home exhausted, wishing we had a beast to help cart all of the loot.
Though I´ve told Jessica that a having dog would be too much upkeep, I´m still trying to think of a way for us to permanently keep the horse. Happy birthday, chica!
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