I think Sarah needs to know that her wedding celebration is the longest one I have ever experienced. Ever. And I can only say that because she is currently on another continent probably laying on the beach in the sun right now. Not that I'm jealous. Sob.
But seriously, the party started with the Hindu ceremony, and then the Thursday before the wedding we had a "Mendhi party." Mendhi is probably the first thing you think about when you think of an Indian wedding (or maybe that's just me) because it's those beautiful henna designs you usually see on the bride's hands . . . So the mendhi party was complete with a henna -painter-mendhi-designer - whatever she would prefer to be called (I'm so culturally literate, clearly). Anyways, all of Hash's family and some of ours (those who were lucky enough to make it to Atlanta on thursday for the festivities) attended the party. And can I just say that they THREW IT DOWN. It was the best party ever, for serious. There was dancing and more dancing and karaoke and more dancing and eating and drinking and performances and dancing and techno music and traditional Indian dances and I could keep going but I'll spare you all.
I'm slightly obsessed with the pretty colors these ladies (and kiddos) get to wear all the time. So pretty!
Sarah was letting her henna dry.
She didn't like me much. However, I liked her because (hello) she is super-cute and wearing a fabulous outfit.
The happy couple - what a pair of hotties.
Their REAL personalities emerge.
Our side of the family at the gathering. Please note that Adam is still wearing a rose behind his ear, and I should have chosen a different pose considering my outfit. Live and learn people, live and learn.
She danced with ONLY her facial expressions for a good five minutes. I have never been more impressed.
One of my favorite dances of the evening. He is normally so quiet and reserved, until the music starts apparently.
My sister enjoying the performances, while trying not to mess up her henna design.
Another favorite dance from the night, I think it was called "zoobie zoo" or something like that. I only remember because my mom kept accidentally calling it "scooby doo." Again, we're super-culturally literate in this family.