...I rush all morning, catch a furgon, and practically run to my host family's house to be on time for the wedding, only to learn that the wedding didn't start til the day after:
...myself to my reflection in the mirror, when the hair stylist/cousin offers to do my hair and make-up for the wedding:
what could possibly go wrong?
...I finally see how high she teased my hair, and the eye make up that made me look like a street walker:
... after hours of circle dancing and my brain checks out from too many people talking in shqip at once and I'm tired...and then realize that someone asked me a question and they're all staring at me:
...I notice the smarmy 16-year-old cousin of the bride has unbuttoned his shirt to his navel and is sticking his dweeby little adolescent chest out for the wedding photos:
...I notice a heavily pregnant woman in four-inch stilettos wearing a floor-length dress that's much too long, circle dancing:
Thank the sweet baby Jesus she didn't fall.