Weddinging

Old Indian Man (pointing to Wystan): “He’s quite a dancer! You need to keep your eyes on him.” (minutes later) “But no hanky-panky!”

I ended up wearing two dresses to the wedding I asked about; the bride wore three (!). She basically changed as often as possible.

The music alternated between Bollywood music and rap; basically, at every song, half of the people dancing didn’t quite know what to do (Wystan: “That’s not true; I know what to do all the time.”; Okay, it isn’t actually true: it was more like 80 percent Indian people dancing—definitely not half and half). All that to say, a bunch of Indian men of different ages gathered around Wystan and tried to copy him; it was adorable.

The final song of the evening was the song at the end of Slumdog Millionaire—I definitely wished that I’d picked it up better at Myrrh’s wedding. Alas.