Once again, I apologize for the lack of posts recently. Work has been busy, and not much had happened since my post on The O.C. Well, except for a couple more episodes of The O.C. I’m still one episode behind (haven’t seen last night’s yet). So its not just you I’m ignoring.
Anyway, I went to a wedding back in Melbourne this past weekend, and I promised Manan that I’d post about it. There’s not many crazy stories to tell, other than the fact that we all got wasted at the reception, so I’ll just share a few pictures.
Here’s a picture of Manan, who is the brother of the groom. Manan is very tall…like 6’10″ or something. Yes he’s Indian. Yes its mind boggling. He’s wearing a very stylish baby blue Indian outfit. If a UNC Basketball Player ever married an Indian girl, this is what he’d wear at his wedding.
Here’s a picture of Meetesh (the groom), Barbara (the bride), and the back of some dude’s buzz cut during the wedding ceremony.
Here’s a picture of me and my pops decked out in our Indian gear.
Here’s a hilarious picture I found on my camera the day after the wedding. This was on the dance floor at the reception.
Side note on dance floors at wedding receptions…I’ve never been to a full “white people” wedding (the closest I’ve gotten is half white, half Indian ones), so I don’t know how it works in that situation. But if there is one song that will get a dance floor filled with old Indian people, its the Macarena. Its like they all got together, picked one song from the 1990s, and stuck with it. Ask them to do the YMCA, a dance move so easy that just saying the name is an explanation on how to do it, and they’ll stare at you with a blank face. But start playing the Ghost of Latin Explosions Past, and all of a sudden you’ll have 30 Aunties and Uncles flailing their arms around (incorrectly, might I add). The song is not even in English! How the hell did they pick THAT SONG to be the one they dance to??
Anyway, back to the picture. I’m guessing this was taken during one of the many other classic songs that was played at the reception. This might’ve been during the Grease medley….you know, the one with like 4 lines from every song in the movie. “You’re the one that I…..Grease Lightning, Oh Grease Lightn….wonder what, he’s doing n….Naaaaahhiiiiights! (Tell me more, tell me more, tell me mooooaaaeeiiiooouuuuoore)” Sorry got carried away. Anyway, my face in this pic is funny.
Lastly, here’s a pic of me and Barbara (the bride), who I owe an apology too.
You see this picture was taken after about 4 hours of drinking at the reception, and another 2 hours of drinking at the after party, which included numerous shots of Byzaldntadlkngldjan, a Hungarian liquor (the Bride is Hungarian). If you look closely, you’ll see that I’m making one of the wierdest drunk facial expressions ever. I didn’t even think my face was capable of doing that. Seriously, when the flash went off, even the camera took a step back and said “Yikes! Its time to get this guy to bed!”
