Engagement dinner


SUNDAY SAW us in the nearby capital city on a shopping spree. When we returned in late afternoon, and after putting the purchases away, we took a walk down to the plaza and sat on a steel bench a spell. I took this photo.

Last night we missed the presidential debate because, yet again, we were in the capital city. The purpose this time was to attend the engagement dinner of a niece.

She was already “showing,” as they say.

The event was in a rented party salon, a popular approach here when fiestas are too big for someone’s home. The salon was in a shady part of town, and we played hell finding it.

The father of the groom looked in a bad mood, and the father of the bride did not attend due to being dead.

The meal consisted of cream-and-cheese-sopped pasta and chicken parts swimming in some sort of salsa.

The music blared. The floor was old concrete, and the walls looked like they were last painted in 1944. Faded crepe paper hung limply along one wall to provide a festive air.

We stayed just two hours, drove back up the mountaintop, fixed salads for supper, and that was it for the day.

From what I read, the presidential debate was a wash.