Peruvian wedding music

It was an interesting weekend to say the least.
I should first start off by saying that Marie Francoise left Wednesday night for Paris and she told us that she should be returning on Sunday or Monday. She left a lot of pre prepared food and her well wishes, merci for that.

So of course our first reaction was to run to the refrigerator and drink out of the milk carton. Our second was to throw a huge house party.
Sike on both parts. We’re responsible adults. While I doubt our germs would do anything to the unpasteurized, most of the time un-refrigerated milk, we ultimately decided that house parties are too messy, but apparently we weren’t the only ones with this idea.

One of Marie Francoise’s friends planned a wedding reception at the house Saturday night. We were told by MF that we could attend, eat good food, dance, catch garter belts etc. but this was not the case. Friday night when Anjuli and I came home from a cookie baking party at Chez Brigette we found the house full of people. It was excruciatingly obvious that there would be no peace in the house for the remainder of the next two days. And sadly, this was the truth. Friday night we couldn’t even make dinner in the kitchen because it was overrun by a Peruvian wedding party. They kept us up pretty late that night and woke us up early the next morning. Anjuli and I left without breakfast and came home for a nap only to be disturbed 20 minutes later by salsa music blasting from the kitchen stereo. We escaped for a few hours, but upon our return to the house a little after 1 a.m. we realized that the party was far from over. Needless to say there was really bad foreign music penetrating the paper thin walls until 3 a.m. when we were finally given a chance to rest.

This morning we woke up to a messy kitchen with tables scattered around the living room and dining room. I ate some left over, stale baguettes and returned to my room for hours of LOST season 2 (which I finished, someone please send season 3) Not long after the party returned for the clean up extravaganza, complete with screaming child. In order to sidestep an awkward, stuttered French(ish) conversation I made couscous in my bathroom sink.
It’s been a trying weekend. The next 8 or so will be traveling. I’m pretty excited.