I didn’t write about going to the ambassador’s party because there really wasn’t much to tell. We dressed up and went to the ambassador’s house . . . which was right on the beach. The party started at 7 and here’s what we did: we walked in and right inside the front door was a receiving line. Shook hands with the ambassador and the guests of honor, then moved into the main room, took a drink off of a passed tray, looked for the few people we knew and flagged down the waiters carrying the best appetizers and desserts. Then we chatted about normal everyday stuff with people we knew and didn’t know (Did you get your household goods shipment yet? Are you getting settled in Oman? Do you like it here?), ate a few more mini chocolate tarts, and went home at 9 when the party ended.
It was fun to have a night out that didn’t involve grocery shopping with the kids, but it couldn’t even begin to compare to this party.
The best part about this picture? Look at the people jonesing for cake in the background. My boys . . . and my mom.
Family, friends, music, food, dancing . . . the ambassador couldn’t possibly compete with that.
