We went to a birthday party tonight for a student at a nearby high school. She turned 17. About 20 of her friends and family were there for the celebration. They served rice, fried fish, and onion rings. Since Bop and Sophert helped prepare the food, they made a special dish of fried rice for Cynthia and me.
Afterwards, we gathered around to sing, clap, and watch her blow out the candles. They sing the same birthday song here (in English even), except the line, "Happy Birthday dear ______" is just "Happy birthday. Happy birthday." Then, everyone blew silly string and glitter all over the place. They love that stuff! After cutting the cake, the birthday girl fed both of her parents and grandmother a piece of her Hello Kitty cake before serving it to everyone. Nobody seemed to mind that the top of the cake was covered with a layer of glitter and foam.
Not surprisingly, Pheak managed to get the majority of the cake for himself.
As soon as everyone stuffed some cake in their mouth, they left. That's typical of Cambodians who are not in the habit of sitting around and chatting after dinner like Westerners.
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