Everyone knows by now that I’m not much for hail-fellow-well-met and social gatherings, but I do receive the occasional invitation which I cannot refuse. And by that, I mean that sometimes Sigyn receives an invitation for something she really, really wants to attend and I’m obliged to go with her just to make sure she comes home in one piece.
Today, horrors, I have been dragged to a wedding. And not just any wedding. Oh, no, this is a seasonally-and-ethnically themed wedding. Sigh. Cultural sensitivity is so not my “thing.”
This looks like a very, er… colorful event. There are a lot of
people beings assembled, and all of them are quite festive.
We are waiting for the ceremony to start. Sigyn is telling the bridesmaids–Great Frigga’s Corset, there are eleven of them!— how much she likes their dresses.
I assume the bride couldn’t decide which dress she wanted them to wear, so she did the “Both? Both! Both is good” thing. And apparently the picture hats cost enough that there wasn’t money left in the budget for all of the bridesmaids to carry a bouquet. Or maybe those are groomsmaids and the tradition is for floral necklaces? I don’t understand, and I can’t be bothered to find out. And anyway, the processional music is starting.
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! Sigyn has been made an honorary flower girl.
Here comes the bride now!
Wow. I have heard of brides crash-dieting to be slender for the Big Day, but this young lady seems to have carried that to the extreme. She looks positively skeletal. Let’s hope she eats some of the fertility symbols she’s carrying.
I was hoping we could get home early, but no. Here we are at the reception, a genuine fiesta with all the trimmings.The room is full of people and food.
Though if these two are the latter and not the former, they are definitely underdone…
The Mother of the Bride seems very stressed, making sure everything goes according to plan. She’s been chain-smoking since we arrived.
Perdóname, señora. Sabe que esas cosas son malas para su salud, ¿no?
There are mariachis and almost everyone is dancing. (I’m not, and they can’t make me.) Sigyn isn’t wearing a flouncy skirt, but she’s doing pretty well.
There is a lot of food and quite a bit of cerveza. Sigyn, you might want to opt for the plain tres leches cake and not the one with the red decorations.
I think they must have used too much food coloring in the icing. (Either that, or someone is passing out those disclosing tablets that you usually get at the dentist.)
I think this fiesta is going to continue into the wee hours. The band is still playing, los invitados todavía están bailando, and some sort of petting zoo is happening out in the side yard.
Come, my love. Gather up your crepe-paper flower party favors and your take-home piece of cake and let us bid everyone adios.
Deberías haber estado en la cama hace horas.