A day of many firsts

I usually dislike attending weddings. That's prolly because among all the weddings I have attended there have been very few times when I actually knew either the bride or groom in person. They were just either distant relatives I barely interacted with or some family friends' daughters or sons I barely knew.
But this time it was different. This time the bride happened to be my cousin. And this happened to be the first wedding in the family of our generation. Oh boy....did we all have fun!

And I surprised myself by doing some things I thought I would never do.
A. Bought 3 inch high heeled sandals and actually walked around in them all day, ignoring the slow and may I add painful death of my feet, my knees and my back.
B. Allowed mehendi to be drawn on my palms
C. I forgot all the dialogue-baji I have been doing all these years about "how can people actually cry at weddings, that's just so stupid, I mean its not like you're never going to meet her again!!"and joined the "stupid people who cry at weddings" group.
D. I actually danced wholeheartedly and didn't have to be pulled and coaxed into it.

Well, at least I didn't buy any of those chamko sandals with glittery stuff pasted on them, nor did I paint my entire palm with mehendi, just a small strip, and 'weeping' is a more appropriate word than 'crying' I suppose, and I danced only if you consider either standing rooted to the spot and doing curious hand movements or jumbling your legs with un-coordinated hand movements as 'dancing'.

Well, that should help me keep some of my dignity.