There were caterers, and a DJ, and a troupe of make-up and hair pros. A still photographer as well as a videographer, a driver and limo to take them off-site for photographs, and not just one wedding cake, but a tiered cake and three kinds of tiny cupcakes in various flavors. The bar was set up (Would they offer drinks before the ceremony? Yes, indeed.) The wedding party included not just flower girls and ring bearers, but little kids pressed into service as “bridal train attendants” and “ring overseers”. I think this last group was a nod to young relatives who were too old to qualify as FGs or RBs but the couple wanted to include in an official capacity.
The tux rental place must’ve rubbed their hands in glee as they saw their inventory, from tiny to “big and tall” fly off the racks.
The wedding festivities included not only the rehearsal dinner, ceremony, and reception, but also a post-rehearsal cocktail party, a pre-wedding luncheon, buffet wedding dinner and dance, and after-wedding brunch. I feel I’ve gotten a glimpse into cultures where weddings are THE event of the year, going on for days. I’m not sure if the goal is to bankrupt the family into making sure the marriage survives (“Oh, no you don’t. We spent a fortune on that wedding.”) or to show long-lost friends and relatives how much they love their kids by how much they’re willing to go into debt. Whatever the reason, it was a fun five days and a treasure trove of literary research.
So, there you have it. I’m going to have to write another Pali Moon story. I just have to.