Uh, oh! Here I am in Mexico on New Year's Eve, and I don't have any red underwear.
This morning I did a little research to prepare us for New Year Mexican-style. This means a trip to Tony's veggie stand to buy grapes, so we can each eat 12 of them at midnight, one for each month, and make 12 wishes. In the modern version, the TV is turned on to a channel with the midnight countdown, and a grape is eaten with each chime. (Best to write down my wishes in advance, so I can keep up with the chimes.) There's nothing about resolutions in the Mexican tradition, although the more US-centric Mexicans are familiar with the concept. But wishes are more fun than resolutions.
Traditionally families have a very late dinner, featuring some sort of round dish (a gelatin mold or bundt cake, maybe) for good luck. Just so all bases are covered, I'll cook up some black eyed peas and rice for dinner, too...in the southern US they're supposed to bring prosperity. Then everybody goes to work it off at a series of parties at the homes of friends, bars and on the streets until the wee hours. Some of the parties feature destruction of piñatas, hopefully before too much tequila and rum have been consumed.
I doubt we'll be awake for the party part, but we do have a giant sparkler given to us by our friend Alma the Dogsitter, and we're only a block from the Beach Club, where they set off fireworks at the least excuse so we can count on pyrotechnics.
If we hope to travel this year (and we definitely do) we should grab a suitcase and take a walk, at least around the block. It's my own personal tradition to clean up the house so I can start Jan. 1 with my surroundings in order.
And if I expect to have any love in the new year, I should be wearing red underwear. I noticed there seemed to be a lot of red panties in the lingerie department at Ley this week, but didn't make the connection. Caramba!
I remember when Noriega was arrested in Panama, it was reported that he wore red skivvies in an attempt to keep away evil spirits. I guess if you're beset with evil spirits, you're not very lovable OR lucky.
3 comments:
That's it - that's it! I didn't know about the red underwear on New Year's Eve - damn, no wonder there hasn't been anyone in my life (male) for a number of years).....thanks First Mate! Happy New Years - I've got the blackeyed peas cooking too.......
Babs
(PS I have lots of info on Yelapa and points south of PV if you want to emai me) babsofsanmiguel@yahoo.com
Here in Xalapa Chedraui put out racks of read and yellow bra/panty sets a week before new year eve. One color is for love and the other for money, I'm told.
So if you wear a red bra and yellow panties, or vice versa, does this mean you'll fall in love with a rich man? Hmmmm.
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