I think there was a layer of sweat that acted as an adhesive that allowed my high heel orange shoes to stay on as I danced the night away on Sunday at some friends' Indian wedding.
Picture a fancy hotel room, filled with shiny, shimmery strands of lights, a hard-working band, an Indian DJ, and lots of grey-haired aunties in saris "raising the roof" as they danced.
Because of the heat, I opted not to wear a sari -- although I shouldn't have been worried about putting one on. There were plenty of women who could've helped me wrap up properly. I went for the black dress, cool south-western jewelry and high heels. And, surprisingly, I felt almost no pain from dancing that much, in heels! I keep saying that because, well, it's so much easier to do it in flats or sneakers, which is how I normally dance. I did take a painkiller at the end of the night, just as a preventative, but man, it was quite a great party :)
I'll post a few camera-phone photos later. More details later.
I've got more baseball to go to. I saw the 6th-12th inning of the Mets-Giants game last night -- was only swinging by there to by tickets for tonight and ended up with a ticket last night. Tonight, I take my friend, cbs-boy, with me as his sweetie is off recruiting students in another state. Someone's gotta share my baseball obsession! Viva los mets!
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Do please post pics! I've always wanted to see what an Indian wedding was like. Was it anything like they are portrayed in Bollywood flicks?
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