| My story:
ONe of my cousins (he's 42 yrs. old, i don't know how that counts as a cousin) insisted that he would take us to see an indian wedding. My mom and i were kind of skeptical b/c we didn't know the people at all and the groom was only a business associate of my cousin, Harash. But my brother really wanted to go, so we did.
We had to take a bus to another city where my cousin and his wife would take us to the wedding. So we got all gussied up and went.
ONe thing you have to know about indian weddings is that in the beginning, the bride and groom parties are separate. then later the groom's party is supposed to go to wherever the bride is partying and go get married.
We were on the groom's side so we were driving to the groom's party. wE passed the hotel where the bridal party was. My cousin's wife, Neeru, commented that it already looked like the groom had arrived. But my cousin said he couldn't be so we went to the hotel down the street where the guy's party was. We parked, we walked in, There were tons of people, so basically you find food and eat. That's a big part of an indian wedding.
By the way it was 9 at night-- most weddings happen at night.
The food was good, we ate a ton I might add, we didn't know anyone there, there was interesting dance entertainment, the people were showing off just how rich they were. So at some point, we decided that we would go to the brides' party, and wait for the groom to come (It's a big deal when the groom comes) We were just leaving when we walked past someone who said, "The groom has arrived!"
What?
And then we walked to the front where, indeed, the groom was arriving. Okay, well, we must have got the place wrong. We had probably been hanging out at the brides' place the whole time. That was okay; a lot of people who want to skip the groom party just went straight to the girl's place. Nobody knows anyone at these parties unless you're related, so it wasn't really a big deal. But then my cousin came up to us as we were watching the people dance. He had just realized that this wasn't the right groom.
WE WERE AT THE WRONG WEDDING.
We had been hanging out at the brides' place, it was just the wrong bride. the grooms' party had already left when we were passing the real brides's hotel...
My cousin's comment after we started going to the wedding we were supposed to be at?
"All Indian weddings are really the same anyway."
Ignore the fact that i had felt awkward going to the wedding of someone I didn't know, we had just partaken of the joy of someone who hadn't even invited us...
The second wedding we went to (the right one this time) was even more fancier, but we didn't stay for the actual ceremony, which probably would have taken place at 3 in the morning... | 
