Today my ward took the residents of the Developmental Center to church. They were so cute, but we are forbidden to talk about any of them outside of the campus. I really want to, for ours was super fun, but I'm holding back the urge to talk about it. We did it last Sunday too, and last Wednesday we took them to a dance, I'm doing that this Wednesday as well.
After the Developmental Center, we went to the last couple of hours of church. That was just normal, but it was the dinner that made today interesting. A Tongan friend, Aunty Mo, had invited us to a barbecue at her house. Now, knowing Tongans, all Tongans, family are not, are always together. Meaning most Polynesians live in the same neighborhood. As we drove to her house, we spotted a huge party just a couple houses down from hers. All of them were Tongans and they were celebrating the mission calling for a young woman. We looked over at the house we were supposed to go to find nobody there, so we figured it was the party just a couple of houses down. So we brought over our fruit and vegetables we were told to bring and walked over. One Tongan came over and we asked where Aunty Mo was. They said they thought she was in the back and we can help ourselves in some food. The funny part was this Tongan dude didn't even know us, he just figured we knew everybody else. So I walked over and filled my plate with loads of Tongan food.
As soon as I returned with a plate full of food, my family told me it was the wrong party.
Whoops!
They invited us to eat, even if it was the wrong party, so I just helped myself. Embarrassed a bit, we walked over to the actual Barbecue we were supposed to go to while I still had a plate full of another parties food. I didn't eat it though, we ate in to-go trays for some reason, so I took an extra one and put the other parties food in it. That way I had a lot of Aunty Mo's food without upsetting her because I feasted on someone else's food.
Now I understand that since they were all Tongan, they didn't care if we took their food and took off, or returned to one party with another parties food. Tongans are friendly, they invite everybody, even if they are off the streets or go to the wrong party, and they don't care. We told them we were at the wrong party, so they told us take the food and go over there. None of them made a big deal about it.
But, if this party would've been a bunch of American White people it would be a different story. I'm not going to get into details for that because, yes, I'm an American white person, but it wasn't my party, I'm going to a non-white American party, so it wasn't a big deal. We had fun, even if we were the only white people and went to the wrong party, we still had a fun time at Aunty Mo's. Anyway, so an interesting day it definitely was today. LOL!