On Saturday night, a group of us teachers got together for a combination birthday and halloween party. Jim and Luann were the wonderful host and hostess, as it was Luann's birthday. According to them, and the fact that they keep up on what Oprah and Martha say is 'hip', grilled cheese parties are the new thing. Soooo, they asked everyone to bring some kind of cheese and anything else they thought might go well with a grilled cheese sandwich, and away we went. I must say that whatever Jim cooked up for me was quite fabulous. I don't remember the type of cheese I had, but I know it had slices of pears with it as well as some other fabulous ingredients. All in all, it was a big hit. And there was not a trace of velveeta to be found. The other fabulous part of the party was...Candy Corn. Luann had bought some their last visit to the commisary. I think I was responsible for demolishing one entire bowl. Mixed with peanuts. Felt like I was back in Mom and Dad's living room. Loved it! Costumes were optional for this party, and most were not very festive in this regard. My friend Jenny and I decided that costumes should be worn. So, we combined our thinking and her artistic talents and went as 'CAS Survivors'. We had our 'buffs', fire torches, war paint, etc. We definitely won the costume prize. Even though there wasn't one. We laughed, sang, danced, and drank. Pretty much like Halloween partes in the states, yes?
Again, I'll say that I'm going to try to blog more about the randomness of living in Morocco...and more specifically Casablanca. I'm fortunate enough to ride home with friends who have a car here, rather than the big blue bus. And our rides home are always entertaining. We just have to look out our windows, and the laughter ensues. More on that in posts to come.
One thing I really miss right now is salsa. And clothes fresh out of the dryer. Oh how I miss that Bounce dryer sheet fresh smell....
|Jenny and I as 'CAS (Casablanca American School) Survivors. Outwit, Outplay, Out ...|
|Randy & Jim, my favorite 'mature' (they don't like me to|
call them older) married men. Their wives are saints! ha
|Jim and Luann. Fabulous host and hostess.|