This is a part of 'going back and re-filling unwritten journals' project, the real writing is happening 8ish months after the date as a part of 'project 100'.
Went to mamaghar early in the morning, this was the day for haldi and mehendi for TD, so a Big. Freaking. Deal. They rubbed the red besar on me after all the puja and the rubbing on her was finished, I didn't like that and ran away, was later told to tolerate such situations, whatever.
Morning bhat was standard with dal and tarkari, because we were going to the resorts and no greatness was needed.
Got on the big van, picked up the bride, and possibly the groom too, from the hotel they were staying at, and drove to Mrbl. On the way we suspected we'd left the groom's suit at home, but after a few rounds of communications, coordinated with somebody coming after us to pick it up.
TD was going to be doing her makeup, and everybody else was busy with organizing the event. I got in the van and went to Srti, to pick up all of TD's friends, almost a dozen of them. The group took its own sweet time to get ready, and eventually had to be herded into the van.
The mehendi putting-on was on, all of the foreign visitors put it on, the groom's side came in, and the events started. There were many coordination issues with the musical event of the night, due to lack of resources, coordination with the groom's side, and a missed communication on how we'd organize the event, but eventually, after very long and repetitive presentations from certain parties, things moved on. I skipped our dance due to lack of preparation and not having enough time.
There was a slide-show, and then everybody jumped into the dance floor. After the formal event ended, TD's friends hung out and kept partying until wee hours of the morning, I didn't join them because I didn't drink and didn't know anybody and exhaustion has taken hold of me.
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