A Wedding

Last night we were invited to the wedding reception of one of Austin's former students. The boys were excited about going to their first Bengali wedding (that they remember). We donned our finest clothing and got there an hour late so we wouldn't have to keep the boys sitting still for too long. As is customary, the bride was sitting on an elevated spot with people sitting around the room, watching her. Others would come and have their photo taken with her or simply come for a closer look. The boys wondered why no one was "doing" anything. This part of the wedding basically consisted of watching the bride, talking to anyone we knew and waiting for dinner to be served. By about 9:30 p.m. we found a spot in the dining hall and Riley finally had his drink of water, which he had been whining for ever since we got there. The food was delicious - biriyani, chicken roast, the works! Pruitt was worried that the bride, who was still the center of attention in the other room, might be getting hungry. One of the guys who works there was hovering over us the whole time. Every time I tried to talk to the boys he put his ear down, trying to figure out what we wanted so he could serve us. As soon as we were done, he poured warm water over our hands to wash them, whipped out a bar of soap from his pocket and some napkins to dry our hands with. For some reason we didn't see anyone else getting the same treatment. Then when we were ready to leave, he asked for a tip, which explained why he gave us our "special" treatment. I wasn't very impressed to say the least!


Towards the end of the evening, we saw the bride and groom together and snapped some photos. All in all it was an interesting evening and Jensen raved nearly the whole way home on the rickshaw.