I simply have to say a few words of praise about the ability of my Mexican friends and neighbors to party! I’m accustomed to hearing the parties going on around me every weekend, sometimes until 6 a.m., but for the first time I had a party that wasn’t comprised entirely of older (my age) American and Canadian and Mexican guests, who usually depart politely by 9 or earlier if the party started earlier.
My party for those who helped with Campamento Estrella, however, consisted of an even number of “mature” gringos and young Mexican adults ready to PARTY! After making two gallons of frozen margaritas, I for fun put two full bottles of tequila and shot glasses on each of the long tables I’d shoved together for the party to create one looooong table. Perhaps someone would like a shot or to add a little strength to my somewhat weak margaritas.
At that time, I thought there would be 20 of us, but stomach flu and dengue fever and other illnesses depleted the number by half so we had LOTS to eat, luckily, which seemed to lessen the effect of two gallons of margaritas and the entire contents of the two bottles of tequila on the tables that disappeared during the 4 1/2 hours of the party.
Yes, we did shots. Yes, when we lost the shot glasses, we ended up pouring the tequila into our mouths from 6 inches or so above our baby bird mouths, the crowd chanting “Judy, Judy, Judy, Judy!’ or whatever name was appropriate. Yes, we all wound up in the pool–at least Agustin, I and the “kids” did––still waterfalling tequila. By then we’d gone through the good stuff and were down to the smokier reposado which is the scotch of tequila and not my thing.
Needless to say, even after sending food home with Yolanda and two of the Anglo guests who had to depart before the final course, (We’d had so many flautas and so much guacamole with before dinner drinks that everyone had to rest up a few hours before dinner.) I still have an entire huge pan of enchiladas, a quart of beans and an entire flan and salad left over so what’s a girl to do? This afternoon I’m having three friends over for Mexican Train and enchiladas with all the trimmings. One of the ladies asked if she should bring wine. “No!” (I still have ten bottles I bought for the party, passed over in lieu of tequila.) Another asked could she bring any food. “No!!” I still have three dozen enchiladas, guacamole, salad, frijoles refritos, salsa and flan. No one gets into this house bringing more food or liquid refreshment. No one gets out until the food, at least, is all gone.
So here it is folks, my photo essay in PRAISE of the Mexican talent for PARTY. Not so many photos as I was pretty busy making up more frozen margaritas and well, yeah–finding extra swimsuits for 7 people and dodging tequila shots. And no, not a headache nor any hangover this morning. I suggest Hornitos as a really good brand of tequila. The bottles went out with the morning trash, but here is a photo of the cap I saved for my scrapbook wall:
Here are a few shots of the enthusiastic guests. No doubt they’ve already posted videos of the party on their Facebook pages, but I’m going to make do with these shots frozen in time:
(If you’d like to view them in a larger size and read captions, click on the first photo and arrows.)
The margaritas and flautas were a big hit as we sat outside, but once we moved inside to the big table
and the partiers spied the bottles of tequila on the table, Los Hornitos ruled the day. (The bottle may have gone out in the trash, but I got a photo that didn’t so here is the bottle of tequila I recommend! Hornitos. Not harsh going down. Not harsh the morning after.)
One little taste,
created great enthusiasm among the senoritas.
quickly followed by Cookie and Maria
Agustin was driving, so he stuck to wine.
i brought him a plastic glass for his wine shortly after this photo was taken.
Karen’s phone is never far from her side. This one captured a few videos that are probably already on Facebook.
Then I brought out the noodles
and the badminton racquets.
It proved to be a good plan to have one person remain outside the pool to rescue birdies flown away.
Afterwards, food again.
Agustin? Time to come out of the pool and eat again!!! Agustin???