At first I tried on Mumi's skirt as a cape. It looked pretty sweet.
But ultimately I decided to go with something a little more traditional.
(I would later learn that most Sasian men apparently do not wear Sasian clothing to Sasian weddings.)
Kind of felt like I was the guy who didn't get the memo.
(See: Derelicte Party)
Kathryn showed up looking great and newly anorexified.
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We got ready quickly and headed to a neighboring bar to pregame.
Our excursion was foolish, however, because it caused us to miss out on the groom riding into the wedding ceremony on a horse.
Oops.
The wedding was held in a beautiful building at the College of Physicians.
It was a pretty big wedding.
Sasians. Brown people. Harvard Law people. I think the average IQ in the room was about 195.
The ceremony started with a procession of best friends and family members walking with lit starcandles.
Then Tara walked in looking radiant.
The bride and groom took their seats and the one-hour ceremony began.
The priest spent a lot of time mumbling and making the couple add fuel to a little fire that was burning in front of them.
Even T-star seemed to zone out every once in a while.
Overall though they were super-smileyfaced and it was beautiful.
At one point, the priest abruptly got up and knocked their heads together.
It made a hollow coconut-y sound that made everyone laugh.
Finally, Chiraag and Tara exited the room to great applause and flying flower petals.
All the Sasian clothing was so beautiful.
But my favorite part of any wedding is the cocktails and hors d'oeuvres.
We got to say hi to Tara right before she headed out for a clothing change.
Dancing commenced immediately (like, before dinner even) with an incredible live band.
We sat down for a family-style dinner...
Each table was named after one of the couple's favorite books.
Our table was Salman Rushdie's "Haroun and the Seven Seas".
(My friends is wicked smaht.)
Yum.
Then...more dancing.
The band played one epic song after the next. We danced until the very end.
It was a giant room full of drunken, dancing, smartpeople.
Kathryn had a lot to drink.
And then I made friends with a body-pillow.
Congratulations T-star!
