His son's face was splattered all over the card like an American milk carton. It was all in Indonesian so he explained it was a party for his son. This Saturday from 11:00-14:00.
Me: "Oh ... is it his birthday?"
Him: "No. It's his - umm - scissors."
Me: "Scissors?"
Him: "You know ... [starts peforming a one-act play]"
I'm not good at charades so it took me a while. An embarrassing while, as it turned out, but I finally got what he was saying.
This Saturday I'm going to a circumcision. A three-hour circumcision.
There are so many concerns I have about this but two in particular are playing on my mind:
1. What do I wear?
2. What do I bring?
3. Would it be impolite to turn up drunk?
I know that's more than 2 ... but who do you think you are? Maria or somethink?