Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Party Pinoy Style

One of the most unique things about the Philippines is undoubtedly their Christmas traditions and celebrations. (Something that came as quite a shock last year, when we celebrated our first Christmas here.) This year, I arrived back in the Philippines from the states on December 1st, fully prepared for what the next few weeks would entail. Or so I thought...

This year we attended four Christmas parties in one week. And in typical Filipino fashion all four had plenty of food...



... and hospitality.

(If Filipinos know one thing it's how to make you feel welcome. When it comes to playing party host/hostess these people are the most gracious. This table was set up just for me and Lee.
Note: there is an entire crate of beer...)

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They all had a good number of raffle prizes...

(Doing a "happy dance" after winning a home theatre system.)

... outrageous performances...

(This particular party was "Cowboy" themed party... and yes, that is a man in a bra.)

... and too much karaoke.

(Too much... way to much.)

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What I did not expect were the games.

Yes, games.

Like, relays.

As in, Field Day...

when you were 11.

Definitely not typical of work related Christmas parties in the states... but hey, to each their own. The Filipinos love it, we Americans however... we were a little confused.

But I participated... I can't say I was too enthusiastic about it. But after the girl doing the invocation prayed for everyones participation in the games, I couldn't really decline.

Fortunately, Lee and I were only asked to take part in the "G" rated games...
(Yes, there were non-"G"-rated games... and yes, those were awkward.)


... such as... writing Merry Christmas in the air... with your bum. Lovely.



Or trying to move a peso from your forehead to your mouth using only your face.


Stuffing a whole cookie in your mouth... (which felt a lot like eating a tablespoon of cinnamon...) ... then saying a phrase in Tagalog. (Which really isn't fair... because I couldn't have said the phrase without a cookie in my mouth... but whatever.)

Although, I guess I shouldn't complain... because Lee's next game was far worse...


... a balut eating contest...

(Sick...)

Next? A crack the egg contest... although a slightly different take... and surprisingly difficult.


Our final game was the paper dance, which involved dancing around a sheet of paper while the music played... when the music stopped both people tried and fit on the sheet of paper. Each round the paper got smaller...

Round 1...

(Nothing to it...)

Round 2...

(I'm pretty sure I was crushing Lee's toes at this point.)

Round 3...

(Graceful... I know.)

Round 4...


Round 5...


It was right after this picture that Lee fell forward and dropped me on my head. But is was worth it... we won.

The list of games goes on and on, because when Filipinos throw a party it is an all day affair. And some of the games... well, let's just say became increasingly inappropriate.

There were relay games with fruit... and various body parts...



... or eating fruit off others body using only your mouth...


... then a teammate rolling a lime from the bottom of your pants to the top of your shirt while underneath your clothes...


Then there was the beer drinking contests... and don't forget women blowing up condoms and popping them on their fellow male co-workers laps.

But perhaps the most shocking of all was the following...



Bottle Crotch Relay... Really?!?