In a New England WASP world, weddings would be little more than a short ceremony at the Congregational church, followed by "punch and cookies" at the bride's house. Guests at an ideal birthday wouldn't even fill the sitting room. The best dinner parties are out of doors with a sailboat or two docked nearby. Rituals are important, but done with restraint.
Graduations aside, there is an aversion to ceremony and festivities bordering on anathema.
The whys are clear. To many WASPs they are a waste of money, and nothing more than a distraction. And perhaps worst of all, such scheduled merriment forces everyone to wear festive attire.
All is not lost, however, for WASPs when dragooned.
One strategy is to find other like minded people and more effectively use the gathering. At any Ivy League football game are at least three clusters of people, including one or two of trustees, working issues as rigorously as in any boardroom. And another approach, for some WASPs, is to find a quiet corner for a quick doze when the boredom inevitably strikes.
And non-WASPs co-planning such events quickly learn an important rule: never put a WASP in charge of the food, but perhaps the Scotch.