There is a wedding on the beach at the neighbor's next door.
Kids out in the waves.
Below : Good friends share a table at the reception : all are members of the hubster's department at UNT. See hubby in the far back, left.
Below : We all toss flowers onto the bride as she processes by. GFT would be the only Anglo woman in this photo.
The hubster and I are blessed with a truly diverse and most of all, fun social life. A recent example of this would be the Hindu wedding of a grad student in hubby's department at work, which we attended.
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The wedding invitation we received said the wedding started at 10 am on a Saturday, at a Hindu temple located on the other side of the DFW metroplex from where we live (it was held in Arlington, Tx.). Not knowing any better, hubby and I showed up at 9:45 am ( as you would for a WASP wedding, to get a good seat.). We were the only ones there, except for the priest, an ancient and dignified gnarled old man who was sweeping and cleaning the temple. As we looked around, in a clear state of confusion at the empty hall, he came over and said to us, " When Indians say 'wedding start at 10 am', they really mean, add 5-7 hours to that time. We make joke of it, call it 'Indian Standard Time.' ( IST) hahahahaha !!!! " Sure enough, around 2 pm, the bride arrived, and began to get dressed. She had several ceremonial attendants dress her in layers of beautiful silk saris and veils, drape her in flowers, and paint the traditional swirling designs of reddish henna on the soles of her feet and palms of her hands. Awhile later, the groom showed up - his sartorial preparations were much less involved.
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Somewhere around 3 pm, the wedding began. In many ways, it was similar to the standard BCP Episcopalian wedding rite that GFT is familiar with. The wedding couple took vows, repeated important phrases, the audience and families of both wedding partners promised to uphold and support them, and there was a procession at the end. The design and layout of the temple was entirely different from the long narrow nave of an old style Christian churches, however- instead, the alter was in the center of the space, on the floor, covered with a sort of awning that recalled the Baldecchino of St Peter's. The families, friends, audience, and other witnesses sat on chairs or on the floor in a tight configuration around the altar, with a more casual sprawl of little children on the fringes playing with toys and skipping about. The wedding couple processed around and around, at the end , and all the audience threw flowers on them. They then processed into a large room next door filled with a dozen shrines to various Hindu deities. ( GFT made a supplication to Ganesh, her personal fave.)
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The actual ceremony wrapped up around 4 ish. We were then told to go home and take naps, to get ready for the party, which would commence around 7 pm......"IST " . So hubster and GFT did exactly that. For part two of this adventure-packed day, we drove to what can only be described as an Indian shopping mall, in Richardson, Tx. This huge sprawling complex was filled with a multi-plex theater that only showed Bollywood movies, several restaurants and stores. The wedding reception was held in one of the restaurants , and was much like a traditional reception at any wedding in America : a great buffet with wonderful food, a dance floor, lots of family , friends and co-workers, all mingling, eating, and dancing. I think there might have even been an ice sculpture......the only thing missing, of course, was the booze.
The first thing to do, upon arriving at the beach house, was to toss all your belongings on your bed of choice, thus "staking" your territory from others , tug on your swim suit, and run to the beach as soon as possible.
A middle aged American father enjoys some quality time with his mother, in Corolla, NC. July 2008.
The teenagers in the extended family have been waiting for this moment all year - the chance to roam the beach with complete freedom, checking out "babes".
With that special radar known only to teens, the "babes" somehow know they are being checked out, and mysteriously appear. It is a ritual as old as time.
Come on in ! The water is just the perfect temperature, cool but not too cold. The waves are great for body surfing on a boogie ( short ) board.
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The kids give a week at the beach two thumbs up !
You may notice the relative lack of people around - this is a "private" beach, open only to the folks who rent the homes along its shores. No cars allowed.
Here, DK plays his micro-KORG, Monkey eats candy while watching a movie on his personal DVD player, and Stallion dreams of all the girls he will finally get to see, nearly naked, at the beach.
Back in those old-fashioned days, so very long ago, people had to rely on some very primitive technologies to make these journeys. Here, the ship navigator investigates what was called a "Magellan GPS" , for maps of which roads to take. The small device attached to the windshield is a "Sirius satellite radio" , which allows you to listen to music or people talking even in the middle of nowhere, such as driving through the mountains of Appalachia.
Meal time is a special time. Fun and variety come with the designation of "theme" menus : hamburger night, Mexican night, Polynesian tiki night, seafood night, German bratwurst night.
If only all the youth of today would listen to the wisdom of the elders. They have so much to share.
A typical morning of lazing around....arguing politics. Now that's family togetherness.