Weekend I’d Forget
|The groom looks well guarded|
This weekend we attended the wedding of a coworker/friend of Hubby's It was our first ever Pakistani wedding and I was a little excited, for several reasons.
1. I love experiencing different cultures and learning about traditions of those cultures.
2. Though I knew the food would be on the spicier side, I couldn't wait to try it..
3. I got to hang out with some of Hubby's fun coworkers.
4. I was going to wear a saree.
Several of Hubby's coworkers travel often to India for either business purposes or for family. One of his bosses was so sweet and picked me up a saree and all the elements that go along with it* on her most recent trip.
*Note: A saree looks oh so much simpler than it is in reality. To ignorant American girls like myself, it seems like a skirt that you simply slide into, zip up, and then a piece of material that is easily flung over your shoulder.
No. No. No.
It is like wrapping yourself in a table cloth. The most exquisite and finely stitched tablecloth ever. And doing so in a way that it doesn't look like you are wearing a ten foot long piece of material. I'm pretty convinced you would have to be more than a pro to be able to dress yourself in a saree without any help.
Hubby tried to help me, but as soon as we got to the wedding, his boss took me into the bathroom, and redid everything.
I'm pretty sure I had more fun wearing a saree than I did my own wedding gown.
The bride and groom were married the night before. But the reception was quite an event by itself. The groom and his groomsmen did a dance for his new bride to start things off. Then the brother of the groom and father of the bride spoke. My favorite thing that the bride's father said was, "Respect and you will get respect. Love and you will get love." Now there is something lacking in far too many marriages today.
We ate shortly after and I loved the food so much I went up for a second plate. I thought the tandoori chicken would be too hot for me (I mean, it's in an orange sauce after all) but I loved it! It reminded me of hot wings. To calm the spice a little I mixed it with rice and occasional bites of naan. There also was a lamb stew that was phenomenal. The lamb was so tender and juicy I secretly wanted some mashed potatoes to throw it on top of.
Even better than the food was the way everyone was dressed. It really put American weddings to shame--at least concerning the way the women were dressed. In America, it seems the only people who need to wear floor length gowns to a wedding are the bridal party. But here the dress of every guest was elegant and the only women in shorter dresses were American. I counted at least five different dresses that I desperately need in my life.
I'm pretty sure that Hubby regrets bringing me.