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We were invited to an engagement party by my husband’s colleague. An engagement party, I asked him with a tinge of disbelief. He must have got it wrong. Maybe his work colleague was getting married and he missed the point but he came home with the invitation card that says “Engagement party”. I haven’t heard of an engagement party before – I didn’t have one. Wedding party, yes but I had no idea some couples would host an engagement party to announce, of course, their engagement and make known to public that they’ll be getting married in a few months.
So we went to the venue, at 7 pm sharp because we have a Japanese in tow. M, my husband is always on time. A few minutes later, our German friend and his wife came. They’re on time too. By the way, the couple who hosted the engagement party are Filipino (bride to be) and Indian (groom to be).
We didn’t know what to expect and I admit I was a little excited but the table around us were still empty even at 8:30 pm. The guests started to arrive and fill up the room only by 9pm. Then there were alcohol, some finger food and lots of dancing (there was a live band).
There was no hint of dinner to be served even at 9:30 pm! And our group ran out of interesting stories to tell after sitting there for two and a half hours.
But the people didn’t seem to think it wasn’t normal. They were there, dancing, talking and feeling and looking ok. Pristine was feeling hungry already (Jesus, even I was!). My mom brought some packed food for her so she survived. My head was aching with the music combined with an empty stomach filled with vodka cocktail (don’t ask). By 10 pm, I tugged the waiter who served the wedding cake and asked him bluntly, “Buddy, will there ever be a dinner tonight!?”
“Yes, madame, of course, dinner will be served at 11 pm.”
That was it. For the first time in years, in a party, I wanted to cry. For food. Go, laugh. Ha.ha.ha.
Our group decided we’ll all go home so we gathered our things and bid the newly engaged couple good bye. They said dinner will be served “soon”. Oh yeah? If they’ll even stick to the 11pm schedule! What if the “11pm” part was just a rumor? The party started at 9pm when it was written 7pm, how will I know dinner will be served “soon”, or at least before I explode into a wolf and eat them all?
The groom’s father, with a worried look on his face came to us and said, “leaving already? but you haven’t danced yet!”
Later I learned that parties in this side of the world are like that – guests arrive late and mostly, already taken their dinner at home. So that’s what all the smiles and dancing was all about. Hah! Never again.