The Indian wedding surprised me a lot. I wasn't sure what to expect, and it wasn't like my parents did a whole lot to keep us involved in the planning. I didn't know many of the guests who attended, or hadn't meant them in years because they were old friends of my folks that I remember from childhood. G hardly knew anyone at all, other than his family and mine. The day flew by in a flurry, and I went through one beautiful sari after the next. My friend V was around to help me get dressed and made up (and around the days before for all the prep). And the entire experience was perfect. The food was delicious. G and I had a lot of fun messing around during various parts of the ceremony. G impressed all my parents' friends with his ability to repeat after the priest in Sanskrit and generally play the part of an Indian dude with white skin. There's a part of the wedding where the groom attempts to leave the proceedings behind in order to follow a more religious life. He gets an umbrella (for the sun), some flip flops, and a copy of the Ramayana, an epic Hindu saga. And off he goes. And there was a moment when my brother C was holding the umbrella over him and just started cracking up cuz G just looked hilarious.
There's another portion of the ceremony where the bride and groom exchange a big garland of flowers three times. And I started taking off and backing away so he couldn't get mine on me. Or during the "games" period after the actual wedding itself when my mom told G that he should let me win, but of course he's too competitive for that.
The winery wedding was as far different from the Indian wedding as you could expect. Except that it too was kind of hilarious. It started late (before you start giving me any snide comments, note that it had nothing to do with us but the shuttle guy we hired to bring people up to the wedding). People were clearly drinking while they waited. It's the only way to explain why everyone was hooting and hollering during the ceremony.
We wrote our vows ourselves, and I must say that mine were pretty hilarious. Even G says that he couldn't tell if I was trying to put on a stand up comedy act or recite my vows. We had my brother recite a poem called "Falling in Love is Like Owning a Dog." He kept telling me that it was too long of a selection and kind of sappy. And made sure that the audience knew that he hadn't been the one to select it. But he did such an awesome job that he had everyone in stitches. A few weeks ago, I was having lunch with some friends, and they were telling me again how much fun they had at the wedding. That it was probably the most fun wedding they had ever been to. Actually they were telling a co-worker of theirs who of course hadn't been there and seemed like she might be tired of hearing about it already. :) But it made me proud to know that we can throw on a good party.
And I guess if I had to describe the last year, the weddings (as different as they were) say a lot about us generally. We're total dorks. So I won't lie and say that our life together this past year has always been peachy and free of drama. I'm way too short-tempered for that. But we do tend to have fun a lot, so I'm looking forward to lots more years of dorkiness to come. :)
So here a few pics of the two weddings. I'm guessing you won't have any problems trying to figure out which is from what wedding. :)
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