After our very late dinner on Thursday night, we had to wake up early on Friday morning and go to a special Catholic mass ceremony for the graduates and their families. Alexandre totally didn't want to go but he went for his mom.
About the mass? It was mass, and I'm not Catholic. Or religious at all. So it was pretty, but boring. The worst part was that the families had to sit really far from the graduates (who were all sitting together in the front), which meant that I couldn't sit with Alexandre during the ceremony to snicker and make offensive jokes about religion. He went to Catholic school as a little boy. He has quite the arsenal of wisecracks saved up.
It always amazes me the way that Catholic people memorize all these little phrases and rituals. Like someone (usually the priest) will say something, and then everyone knows that when he says that, they're supposed to say something else. Super interesting.
The majority of the speeches were bible readings that were foundations for people to say thank you to God, to their families, to their teachers, and to their patients. I just kept thinking the whole time how a Catholic mass as part of a graduation would NEVER fly at an American public university.
I really like my dress!
same exact spot as the last picture
My shoes, however, were another story. They were probably the most painful shoes I've ever worn. Seriously ridiculous. If you want to put me into a bad mood and get me started on feminist rants about machismo culture in the world, the most efficient way to do it is to put me in a pair of cheap and uncomfortable heels. During part of my ranting to Alexandre on the car ride home to get new shoes before going to lunch, I said, "Water boarding be damned! If you really want to torture political prisoners, make them walk in these goddamned heels!"
We had a nice lunch with Alexandre's family at a fancy Italian restaurant that we had never gone to before because we would've had to pay for it. Haha.
In a perfect world, we would've gone home to sleep after lunch and before the formal dinner, which started at 10pm. But Alexandre had a bunch of errands to run, so I kept him company. I had made an appointment for my and my MIL's hair at 7pm, so we didn't have much time anyway. Had to get prettied up for the formal dinner!!
Alexandre's mother is from Bahia, and so is my hair dresser. They're also close in age and very religious. So just as I imagined, they hit it off and spent all of both hair appointments chatting it up. I had been prepared, and I brought a book. Haha.
Oh, and I got to see the process of fazer escova in action!! Alexandre's mom's hair came out so nice. BUT. It's not something I'd ever pay for. Her hair is super thick and she can go 3 days without washing it. That is not my case. But I see the appeal for someone with thick hair.
After the hair appointments, I rushed back to the apartment to do my makeup. Then we had to go!
look at handsome Alexandre in his suit!
Yay! I think it was the most dressed up I've ever been. As my awesome friend Natasha put it, I looked like a "prom princess." Hahaha.
The dress was Alex's sister's, and it was a little too small. A lot too small. I had on my trusty knockoff Dr. 90210 girdle, which made it possible to close the thing, but I wasn't able to go to the bathroom by myself, because I needed someone to help me get it on and off. But I sure did look skinny!
I was the designated driver on Friday night - Saturday, so it was a pretty calm night for me. Lots of dancing around like a dork with Alexandre and dear buddy Bruna. I also made friends with a graduate's sister because she had lived in Canada for a while and was tipsy and wanted to speak English with me. She was fun.
dear buddy Bruna and me!
Oh also the dance hall where the dinner was held was super fancy. It had a little lake and everything. There was a sort of bleacher/stage thing set up facing the lake that had comfy couches and armchairs on it. It was easy to miss, so there was always seating available. We took lots of breaks from dancing up there, and stayed until 5am! Woot.
I'm not sure what the problem is, but the quality of these pictures seems really bad. Ya know, I think it's because I usually write blog entries on our laptop, but now I'm on the desktop, and it has a massive screen. Do the pictures seem "pixelated" to you guys?
Anyway, the next entry will be about the beautiful diploma ceremony and the dance!
Oh, we have a new and not-so-secret reader. One of the graduates, also named Daniele, drunkenly admitted to reading my blog. (I think she found a link to it on Facebook.) Hi, Daniele! Feel free to leave a comment! :D
Read about the rest of the formatura here.
Read about the rest of the formatura here.