Today, I went to a wedding. I had a fabulous time. It was the sister of El’s best friend, whose wedding we went to in Madras four and a half years ago. This time, it’s in England at the home of their aunt in Lowestoft. D was marrying an English man and had the Hindu ceremony and reception today and will have a church wedding on Friday.
We were all invited, but Al and Ro were at work, so the Sage and Dilly and I all went to the ceremony this morning. I’ll have a look tomorrow and see if there are any suitable pictures to put up. Tonight, just Dilly and I went to the party as everyone else ducked out on the pretext of not knowing anyone. I knew most of D and K’s family, but no one else – actually, we’d known several people this morning, though having lived in Lowestoft for many years, this wasn’t surprising.
I found that not many people knew me tonight. I’d cheerfully address them by name (this was quite a feat of memory, considering it was the foreign names of people I’d met for a week several years ago) and then have to reintroduce myself. Nirmala explained “I didn’t recognise you because you look younger than you did when I saw you before, and haven’t you lost weight?” I was completely mollified. I admitted that I had been very tired at that time.
Anyway, what with one thing and another, I was completely in the mood for a party. An Indian wedding is something else in any case, I adore the food and, though I had bought a dress for the morning, I was rather sorry that I hadn’t put on a sari, so I hauled a rather lovely royal blue and gold one in georgette silk out of the drawer and set about putting it on for last night. I hadn’t practised that for a few years either. I know the technique and it only took two goes…
As I say, completely in the mood and I felt the usual polite behaviour for which I am almost totally unknown drain away. I danced, darlings, like a meerkat*. For more than two hours, I danced my shoes off. Literally, as my feet were threatening to give out after a while, so I carried on barefoot.
I also ate my dinner properly, with my right hand. Indian food tastes best eaten with the fingers.
*With appreciative acknowledgement to Mike (Troubled Diva). I should add that I am not using his phrase in its correct sense – that is, dancing in a manner that brought meerkats to mind, but an extended meaning of dancing in an uninhibited fashion, regardless of what anyone might think. In short, it’s too good an expression not to use. Indeed, he has been known to verb ‘meerkat’ itself and that works too.
A slight degree of over explanation here?