Our home just accommodated 27 people for 3 days.
On Wednesday last week, we had a family of 5 come stay with us, so that pushed our usual number up to 12. Then on Thursday, to kick off the long-weekend of partying, we celebrated a belated-Halloween and invited another family of 4 over to party with the 12 of us. I know you’re all dying to know what I went as. I won’t hold you in suspense.
This past Saturday, the Moffits threw a huge birthday bash for the 18-year-old living with us. For the party, we ordered enough food to feed a small planet, then invited everyone we could think of. Remember how the Philippines had a huge typhoon doomed to hit on Friday? Although it didn’t hit our island, the likelihood of it raining still on Saturday was uncomfortably high. We were scheduled to have somewhere around 100 people come to party on Saturday morning and there was a heck-of-a no way that that many people were going to fit inside our home if it were to rain during the party.
Lo and behold, early Saturday morning: blue skies. Hallelujah! Ready to party…
I was given the job of photographer for the party. I’m not even kidding, it was probably 100˚F + incredibly high, post-typhoon humidity, then factoring in an estimated 90ish sweaty bodies hacking away at a pig and little old me, maneuvering my way through the crowds, snapping away — I was a hot, sweaty mess! But here you go, one of the few pictures with me in it:
As I wangled a route through the masses, sweat no longer just dripping, but cascading from my body, I found my way upstairs to discover these kids conked out on mats in our school room; which had been renovated into sleeping quarters for 15 of our guests from out of town.
This is our master chef who prepared the cornucopia of delicious food, minus a pig. His precious one-year-old, Zoe, stole the show and won the hearts of everyone at the party. Every time I spotted her, she’d have a little crowd following her, snapping away.
And lastly, these are the beauties I get to live with while I’m here.
Gradually today, all of our guests made it to public transportation to wheel themselves home again and we found ourselves just a ‘small family of 7 Moffits’ once again. I kind of feel like I need to talk to a shrink. I’m going through people-withdrawal and I’m finding myself trying to use words like wangled and cornucopia as frequently as possible. Not only that, but I sound like Yoda when forming sentences, “When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good, you will not, hmmmm?” Never a good sign.
What do you mean there’s not a waiting list to use the toilet? All the utensils and glasses are already clean and I no longer have to wash one each time I need to use it? Is anyone else hearing crickets?
Sleep now we will. Earned it we have, yes?