Little Luxuries and Little Frustrations.

We traveled across the country (so that means we drove for three hours, haha) to attend a wedding of my father's cousin.  In preparation for this wedding, I got my sari tailored for me by some strange woman in a back alley filled with spools of thread and pieces of fabric... and giant cobwebs.  Literally the sketchiest thing I have experienced so far.  Eughhh.


Thank GOODNESS that the van had air conditioning in it, because I really don't know how I would have survived that trip.  It was unbelievably hot and even more unbelievably humid.  Oh, ew.

Also, thank goodness we had a real vehicle... and it wasn't even ours, we had to hire a driver.  And even if we had our own vehicle, there's no way we could have driven it because traffic over here is a MAJOR clusterF*CK.  Like, seriously.  How the hell are people still alive and not roadkill over here?  Oh god.

Anyway, this wedding was really beautiful and it was quite spectacular.. but I hate to say that I was that one sad, bitter girl who got drunk at the wedding.  I did cry.  There were some songs that played that made me cry.  And OF COURSE, the couple's first dance HAD to be to "You and Me" by Lifehouse--a song that was promised to be my first dance at my wedding to a certain someone who I am no longer going to marry...  I almost died.

It was my first time wearing a sari and things were not going well as it was.  I had the hardest time walking around without tripping on it, and it's amazing that I didn't tear the damn thing.  AND things got even better when I decided that I needed to use the restroom (one glass of wine is simply one glass too many for me, ewww...).  How the hell do people maneuver these things?!  I just pulled up layers of fabric and tried to pull off my underwear, only to discover that my sari had been accidentally safety-pinned to the waistband of my underwear... FFFFFF.   That's just as bad as reaching for the toilet paper, only to realize that there's just a cardboard roll waiting for you.

ACK.  :/  Much love from the motherland.