We finally had our babies back in the building and all was good. They did a formal presentation at the door of all them as young ladies and gentlemen escorting the quinceanera and there was a walk into the dance hall where everyone stood on the dance floor and my niece walked around everyone in her court and through the middle, complete with a little dance, I thought it was fine. My boy had not practiced it and you could say he fumbled it, but he wasn't the only one a little lost. There were a host of other girls with two left feet and guys who just don't feel the music. It was fine, if not a little clumsy. I got the overall effect and it was all cute and the best part is they were all having fun. There was no indication of drama or idiotic infighting. After this, the grandparents, aunts/uncles and parents were introduced. It was all fine until our old fart of a father got up there. Everyone got teary-eyed, mostly in a happy way, as it had been only a few weeks earlier he had been in the hospital for almost a week and he needed physical therapy to get him walking again, but he danced and I was happiest to see that.
Once the court sat down, the mariachis showed up and they played for a long while. They started by singing to the court, who were all seated together in their section at this point. After they sang for the court, they moved from table to table and I wasn't sure if we were supposed to tip them some more, but they kept on singing. It can be a little intimidating and I could see feeling like that MAGA kid in the hat on the news, the mariachis start wailing their Spanish songs and all you can do is sit there and smile at them. It seems rude to turn away or ignore them. After an hour, they were still on the other side of the ballroom playing away with some of the people getting up and singing away with them, again, it was a good night and nothing but love and good times all around.
It might have been around 7:00pm at this point, but the DJ started playing music and the dancing started. Wife told me at this point that her family was on their way from San Antonio. I thought it was a bit late to get on the road, but they were there by around 9:00pm. Boy's GF, who spent a good amount of time in Mexico and going to celebrations over there, wondered why only cumbias were played. I didn't even have a response for it, as that is what is always played. It's not like people are going to break into a tango, or know what to do if some bossa nova sneaks into the selections. But! There was one crazy song I can't recall what they called it but two of the boys took to dancing two hops per foot going right foot to left foot around the dance floor hopping like rabbits at a crazy pace. I could feel a heart attack just trying this.
It was nice to see my Javalina dance plenty of times. He danced with his escort a couple times and he danced with my mom a few times. Boy danced with his GF, but we never made it to the floor. Wife has never been the dancing type and since it has been so long, it just felt weird getting going. A couple times I got up to grab her and go, but she resisted just enough that I said fine, let's go get a soda, or I'll just get up and move around. It didn't help that the thing that held my pants snug on the right side popped, like a blowout, and I had very little holding up my pants. Either way, I was still having a great time. Around 9:00pm, the live music started and she sang until around 10:00pm or so, when the house lights came on to introduce the Quinceanera girl and the court to the rest of the people who showed up just for the dance and maybe a slice of cake..... (last part of the night coming)
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