For those that haven't heard, my boss is Scottish, has worked in Mexico for more than four years, and his Spanish vocabulary is limited to si, no, and grassyass... yes, no, and thanks. So, was he going to represent Finance at the Party? Nope... that job was left up to me... Picture if you will, a big wedding hall, 300 dancing Mexicans, and one Lil ol white guy out there attempting to 'fit in'. Good times... good times indeed.
Not that I'm complaining, because Mexican parties are a hoot! Lots of dancing, loud music and laughter. Add an open bar and the fact that the factory is closing next year to the scene, and it can get downright hilarious. The Site General Manager even got heckled during his speech.
Back to my original complaint... I couldn't stay until 2am because I had to be at our Ward Christmas Breakfast the next morning at 7am. I was asked to be a narrator for the program that would accompany breakfast.
When crossing the border on my way home from work that day, I asked the border agent what time the border got busy on a Friday night. She informed me that not until 2am, because that's what time the clubs started closing down, and all the people are trying to get back into the US.
So I figured if I got home early from work, took a little nap, left home around 8:30pm I'd arrive at the FIESTA at 9:30pm (nothing starts on time in Mexico). We'd have dinner I'd listen to the band play, then around 11pm I could make my exit - I'd have to wait in line to cross back into the US for 30-45 minutes (according to the Border Customs Agent I mentioned earlier) another hour drive, and I'd be home by 12:30, 1am at the latest. Get up at 6am for the Ward Breakfast, and I'd be fine.
Well, dinner was finally served at 11:15pm... then I got pulled onto the dance floor and, not wanting to be labeled as the "guero (white guy) that's no fun and can't dance" I went a long. Surprisingly, I still remember how to dance, and actually had a blast. I kinda felt like I was in high school again. I stayed on the dance floor until about Midnight - when the band took a break, I made my exit. I hit the line to cross the border at 12:10am - at 2:10 I am still in the line cussing the LIAR OF A BORDER CUSTOMS AGENT! who said that I would only have to wait 30-45 minutes. After 3am, I finally made it home, fell into bed, only to be awakened by my blaring alarm clock at 5:45am (I didn't feel like ironing a shirt at 3am, and honestly, I still didn't feel like ironing a shirt at 5:45am but got up to do it anyway).
The Ward Christmas Breakfast was hugely successful, and despite some rain, and cooler weather (I can't actually say "cold" for fear of being ridiculed by the Canadians, Utahns, and Idahoans that read my blog) was very well attended. I think we had just under 200 people there. Somehow, I still had lots of energy, and felt great all through the morning.
The Program consisted of me and another guy from the Ward narrating the Christmas story, and between each part of the Nativity story, we would all sing Christmas hymns. It was spiritually uplifting, and really helped drive home the true meaning of Christmas. I can't say that all felt as strongly as I did, but reading the Nativity story, and singing meaningful songs of praise celebrating the Birth of our Savior was the moment for me this year that kicked me into my normal love and excitement for this Season.
So in the span of about 11hrs (of which 2.5 were spent sleeping), I drove to Mexico, partied like a "RockStar", drove back to the US just in time for one of the more spiritually uplifting Christmas experiences of my life... Talk about your tale of two parties... just see for yourself!
I love my Life!!!
Merry Christmas to All!





