My first Quinceanera (24 years too late)

On Saturday I attended the Quinceanera (sorry I don't know how to get the accent on the n) of Erica, the daughter my friend and fellow thyroid cancer survivor Juanita from church. For those who don't know (I didn't) this is a coming out party, if you will, celebrating the girl's 15th birthday. It's a custom that is celebrated mostly by Hispanics in this country. Historically, I read that it probably dates back to the 16th century Spanish tradition of presenting the 15-year-old daughter to society.

The festivities began with a mass celebrated at St. Jude. Erica's 12 attendants (six guys and six gals) processed in just like wedding attendants would. She also had an escort who walked in with Father Doug. Erica was walked down the aisle, flanked by her parents, in a stunning dress that would have been appropriate for a bride. The female attendants' dresses (they wore my favorite color, after all) were absolutely beautiful and her six male attendants, her father, her brother and her escort wore tuxedos. Her mother wore an elegant ball gown.

After the mass, there was a dinner catered by Mexican restaurant La Mesa, a presentation and a dance, all at the Wichita Ballroom. I've been to weddings that weren't nearly this elaborate. I was fascinated by the whole process and in awe of all the planning and funds that would be needed to pull off this type of fete (again my apologies on the missing accent). They've probably been saving and planning for this since she was born.

The cake was enormous. Unfortunately I left before it got cut.

There was a mariachi band at the mass and they also played during the reception. I LOVE the decoration on the sides of their pant legs!

Once the meal was finished, the presentation occurred and then Erica shared a dance with her dad after the changing of the shoes. I guess the changing of the shoes signify her leaving childhood and entering adulthood.

After all the formal dances were completed, she and her attendants led a conga line through the Ballroom.

The guests were all attired in wedding finery (except me who didn't know any better, but I was wearing an orange shirt, so at least I fit in with the color scheme) and there were gifts and a chocolate fountain. Last, but certainly not least, there was an open bar. I left for home in the middle of a downpour, but nothing could dampen the day's festivities. I'm thankful to Juanita for inviting to me to such a special event.