Wedding Crashers

One night my three roommates and I were headed home from one of our friend’s houses when we passed a biya or wedding tent. The sparkly pink tent had music streaming from it and we were naturally curious. None of us had been to a wedding party yet so after some deliberation in the middle of the street we decided to “just walk by and see what was going on”. So we did. The father of the bride happened to be standing outside the tent and insisted that we come in. So we did.

It was beautiful. The decorations indicated that the family was pretty wealthy.  We passed all the guested wearing their finest clothes and we were in jeans and kurtas, (embarrassingly underdressed) but all eyes were on us. The party was a reception for the bride and her family; the husband would not arrive until 11p.m. We were ushered up to the bride’s throne area where they proceeded to take about 1,000 pictures of us and video.  The bride was donned in the traditional mekala sador (its like a sari, but has two pieces of fabric instead of one) and lots of jewelry and flowers. She was the most stunning bride I had ever seen.

The maid of honor then insisted on taking us to get some food, so of coarse we let followed her to the best buffet ever. We enjoyed a wide variety of rice, Dahl, chicken dishes, and vegetable dishes. The bride’s maids joined us and we sat in a circle to enjoy the food and each other’s company.

The maid of honor was taking down our contact information, but was having a terrible time spelling our names so my roommate that was closest leaned over to help her. Unfortunately the leg of her chair was in a hole…. so in slow, slow, slow motion she began to tip backwards until the next thing we all know she is flat on her back covered in rice (fortunately she was almost finished and had eaten all the really messy food) and her dupata over her face. A big Indian man scooped her up from under her armpits, set her upright and immediately a crowd of about 50 wedding guest gathers around to ask her if she’s ok and help her pick the rice out of her hair.  Where are her roommates? All three of them are sitting in their chairs crying because they are laughing so hard.

Puts wedding crashing on a whole new level =]