Couscous has many facets

On Thursday I went to a Couscous dinner organized by the student group SIFE. First of all, thank you SIFE it was magnificent. It was a three course 5-6 hour event, with music, and very well dressed people.
We thought we were going to be late, so we arrived at 8:15. Instead we were the early birds. The presentation just started at 9:15, the music went from then until 10:30 when the food finally arrived. It was a gigantic platter with a lot of couscous, some meat, and vegetables. I know that this will outrage my meat eating companions as much as it outraged me, but therefore the meat was tenderlicious (yes, I am making up words). The dessert was even greater. We had couscous with almonds, powdered sugar, and cinnamon. It was warm, it was sweet, it was extremely satisfying. I did not let the waiter take the platter away, because I was eating it the whole time. In between the second and third course. The singer came around and made my American comrades dance. He thought I was Moroccan (SCORE!), and did not count Vya as American. The rest of the group was basically forced to put up a very weak performance of line dancing. I believe he gave up on us being as alive as Moroccans, and just left.
Then it was time for the last round of food. Bread, amazing butter, and date-almond jam. We bolted immediately afterwards, in fear of having to perform again.
The musical quality at the even was great. We had a quite famous singer and his band performing. I did not really understand diddly, but it sounded beautiful. Right before the food came out, a traditional Moroccan group performed. They had trumpets that were at least some 3 meters long, a lot of tambourines, and some other percussion instruments. The leader of the group was this old man, who was only skipping around, I assume that he was dancing. Then they brought the women in to do the world famous Arabic screaming. They were so good at it.
One thing this dinner showed me was that there are three things Moroccans like. They like music and everything that comes with it, they like to dress up (gosh they were looking great), and they L.O.V.E. food. I might have to consider changing nationalities, because I love the same stuff. Anyway, it supposedly was almost like a wedding, which I have yet to witness.

Ma Salama from Maghrib,

Diogo