In which there ain’t no wedding like a Pakistani wedding ’cause Pakistani weddings got CURRY:

I’m seriously serious, if you want to party like it’s 2099, you need to go to a wedding like that which I attended on Saturday night, with HW in tow. (Yes, before you asked, of course we looked hot.) It started at about 6pm with the Introduction of The Groom, my old Ychrome buddy Ian, followed by the Presentation of the Bride, and a rather short ceremony in which an officiant read some passages of the Koran and people milled around aimlessly.

Then the party began in earnest, with some dancing that was straight out of the Asian Variety Show. There was much twisting of wrists and stamping of feet. I think I lost 10 pounds busting my moves on the dance floor to the chagrin of the folks that I may have injured.

The food, as expected, was out of this world, with all kinds of Tandoori Chicken and Naan breads and stuff. I ate until I thought I would explode, and then danced some more. After a while, things started to get blurry, from a chemical combination of endorphins, curry powder, and Tanqueray, so Sarah gathered me up and drove me home.

Sunday we had Easter services at church, which as usual ran for a good hour and forty minutes. Then we went to my aunt’s farm near Lancaster, where we communed with family and with sheep:

A busy weekend, which included the unmentionable WORK THAT WOULD NOT BE DENIED, and as usual I didn’t get to sleep much. Which is okay, because I make it up during the week. My employers LOVE me.