Indian Magic!

A few days ago we were invited to a Muslim wedding. My god, what a buffet. When we were introduced to the bride and groom, they wanted to get pictures with us which seemed a little backwards and we had some light conversation. The bride was lovely in her blinged out outfit and the groom was quite dapper in his velvet blazer. They totally pulled it off. I think the green ambient lighting helped.

The only way to accommodate the number of guests was to have it outside. There must have been 500 people walking in and out of that courtyard/fairground/whateveritwas. There were 2 buffet tents, one for the women and one for the men. We overate and then we left.

Our next stop was to a neighborhood residents association meeting/party. We introduced ourselves and I sang a little ditty. Little did I know I would be out-shown by an Indian Willy-Wonka that did magic. Don't believe me? I have pictures. It was unlike anything I've ever seen. Anything. I did hum 'Final Countdown' under my breath in honor of Gob Bluth.

We were then served dinner part two in a setting not unlike a child in a high chair being force fed. This, of course, was the only way the food would stay inside of us, so it worked out.

Shortly after, we retreated to our homestays to figure out how to sleep comfortably with our new food babies. Hats off to pregnant women everywhere. You are saints.