I'm sure this is a trite subject for many but I still fascinates me, maybe because I'm an antisocial who goes to a party (marriage, fifteenth birthday, christening, etc.) Case once every two years, although a more accurate About three years would be appropriate in any case, whenever we approach the end of the party beginning to look as among the women in each table the environment becomes more and more dense, while men talk nonsense and some have the ties tied in the head while dancing dance to the puppy (this is a complex issue that deserves another post.) The reason for this sudden change in behavior among women is that at the end of the feast of They take a "precious" trophy in the shape of the famous "Centerpiece" in price quotes are because I've never actually seen any real use or even a certain aesthetic appeal to any of the artifacts that have been placed with this function are always several things horrible, so terrible coupled, making a dreadful composition obviously can not be used for absolutely nothing.
Somewhere I remember reading funny that one of the national sport in our country was the collection of centerpieces, I totally agree with this, women just can not help but try to win the centerpiece, is something totally instinctive, it's like when one of us (men) see a sport involving a ball, ball or any object that can be kicked, thrown or beaten, we can not avoid seeing it, including putting all our attention on the event. Men are but beasts when we see sports as women (at least the Venezuelans) are no more than animals when they have a table near downtown.
On the other hand, I propose another custom which apparently goes under the table: quinceañeras and girlfriends (and their mothers, aunts, friends, grandmothers, etc, etc, etc) are responsible for generating the device more emetic their sick minds conceive and manage this thing you put the worst happens colors and have there the birth of a new centerpiece.
I know women who visit this blog (hahaha, look my wife claims (s) in plural, jejejejeje) make an argument that the idea is to innovate, the centerpieces are doing something creative with great effort and I respect it's just my opinion (which are horrible) and my opinion is not absolute truth, and finally that they TOO have liked all who have seen and by an overwhelming majority (again attempt on my part) my opinion is the minority, which is why I refer to what seems to me irrefutable proof:
"It" was about lilies, rope, orange (yes, orange) and water (if too much water) and the best in a glass cylinder (you call him vase but ...) that I get waist high, that is not only useless but enoooorme horrible, but of course, the animal instinct of my mom and my sister got the better of common sense and forced me to take this bayna for home, I tried used as an argument to save water but immediately became a waiter and took it out, which left me with the painful task of carrying the thing around the parking lot of the hotel where the reception was held, not at all desirable.
Well, the interesting thing is that I feel I've proved my point by noting that both my mother and my sister demanded the right to take away the eyesore in question, if a woman insists that's nice, because it will assume as view of a mother facing a meaningless figure made in clay by his son, only that these are not girls but women fledged something so ugly I do not give points for "intent" or "tenderness" as would give a child.
