On Facebook, some of you know from there, I went to a wedding party last night. Sure did. It was equal to a reception, only no men folk were there. Another lady I work with was invited and she wanted me to come along, which was pure nice of her, don’t you think?Well, first off, we had to go after the last prayer, so the party started at 9:30 pm. You can’t be doing such things as partying, shopping or all them other whatnots during prayer. Anyhow, we had to get permission from a manager, who was male and he was all good with it. Now, the big Saudi boss didn’t know about this invite, so when we left the compound on the bus all dolled up, the cute Indian driver tells us to go to the back of the bus and sit low. He got to backing the bus up outta the gate and said, “That’s good” ’cause he couldn’t see us.
Well, we got to the party. We were inspected for cameras and whatnot ’cause the invite said ‘No Cameras.’ We took off our abayas, got real comfy, eating cakes and drinking juice at the table near the stage where women folk were dancing and turned out we were at the wrong wedding party. Ain’t that ’bout nothing? They wanted us to stay but the young woman who gave the invite to my villa mate said she’d send her brother to get us.
Folks, I only got a glimpse of the driver and I thought he looked mighty young. The young woman was in the car with him and we were told he was 13. I’m like, shit, he sure can handle this car. That’s what’s going on in my head, along with the fact that he can drive and no matter the age of a woman, she can’t.
Anyhow, he whipped us up in the right lot and it was real costumey, what they were wearing. We looked good, me and Villa Mate, but not costumey. Well, we sat watching the going ons and then time came to eat. We go in this big room with three aisles of food on carpet and on the carpet is where we sat and ate. It was kabsa, which is a rice dish with meat and a few veggies. The meat for this kabsa was camel. It was sitting all big in the center of the rice. But get this folks. We, the women and female younguns, were going in there to eat after the men, who’d already picked over the damn food. Now, we didn’t eat from plates. The young woman gave us big spoons and we dug in from there. You could tell folks had already been eating in there ’cause rice was on the carpet and the meat was picked over. It wasn’t warm or nothing. The only thing that was fresh were the beverages, which were sealed.
Now, I’m gonna tell you straight up. I didn’t wanna eat none of that food. I did take about three or four spoonfuls though ’cause it’s a real personal thing for the Saudis if you don’t. I can’t be over here forgetting my southern ways and being all rude like that. I got to thinking about what I used to be told. “Never go over folks house hungry,and I be damned if my ass wasn’t hungry. Though, I quickly lost my appetite when I saw that other folk had first pickings from the very same pot I would be eating from. It was more like a huge metal plate that sat about 12 inches from the floor, actually but you get my drift. In my family, women folk will cuss a man out if he got to digging around in the food before the children and women folk. Oh hell naw, we don’t play that.
Anyhow, we stayed about 2 hours ’cause we had to get on back to the compound. We didn’t see the bride and groom. Why, I couldn’t even tell you. Any of you folk ever had camel, by the way? I know I’m vegetarian and all but I ain’t hardcore about it. I figure, how many times I’ll get to eat camel anywhere, and in The Kingdom no less. It’s not something I go getting my tastebuds worked up for. My Villa Mate thought it tasted like lamb. I thought it had a beef/turkey-like taste and was kinda chewy myself.