Three Days and Wedding

For those of you who have never been to an Indian wedding, consider this your crash course. Despite the blurryness of this picture, I think you can get a sense of the elaborate costumes, customs, and cacophony that typify a ceremony steeped in millenia of tradition. And yes, normally the groom is not white.







Here my friend Romel nicely displays the interactive role that EVERY attendee has in an Indian wedding. During the charmingly garrulous prayers and offerings that are made, it is customary to try to shave your neck with a digital camera as a gesture of approval and piety.



As a sign of the musical harmony that the couple's lives will make together, each guest is served a paté of butter carved in the shape of harp (normally it's a sitar, you can't trust Americans to not assume that this is just the Indian way of pronouncing "star"). And yes, those are strings, not the initials WP for the William Penn Hotel. Seriously.







Daal. It's delicious. And at Indian weddings all the single men must compete to see who can eat the most. I totally won. Also, if anyone else at the wedding says it wasn't a competition, and that I pigged out and didn't let anyone else have any Daal, it's just cuz they're sore losers, ok?







And finally, handsome men:


Congrats Shay and Hema!