Our good friend Octavio invited us to a quinceañera of one of his in-laws’ nieces a few weeks ago. The ceremony began as a religious one with mass, and moved into a full-party atmosphere, with blaring music for hours on end. Octavio filled us in on what we were to see, which was a well-choreographed dance with the 15-year-old girl and her five-guy entourage, complete with canes for added affect.
Teenagers dove into bottles of tequila placed on every table, and I watched a 14-year-old open a beer bottle with his teeth and slam every last drop down in one gulp. Finally, we were exhausted from the level of audio of the music and too much fried pasta, peanuts and pork, so we begged for a ride home from Octavio’s brother.
