Israeli wedding #1

The bride (who I don't really know) and the groom
(who I don't really know). I sure did get to know the
food, though.

Before last week, I thought I had been to a big wedding before. I was frighteningly wrong. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to "The Israeli Wedding Experience."

Last Sunday I was invited to the wedding of my mother's cousin's daughter, Dorit. I know her about as well as an OBGYN, which is to say not very well. No worries. I was invited because at some point our DNAs match up. In Israel that's more than enough of a reason to go to someone's wedding.

If an event could be tested for anabolic steroids, I think Israeli weddings would make Barry Bonds look like a toothpick. This thing was INSANE. We're talking over 500 guests, endless amounts of food (trust me), top-shelf liquor (trust me), and more dancing than you can imagine (unfortunately you can trust me there too). I think I started losing it when the Carnavale-style Brazilian dancers made their way to the dance floor.

Anways this was another slice of Israeli life I thought would be cool to share with eveyone. If ever you get an invite to go to an Israeli wedding, you GO. Don't think, don't collect $200...just go. It's worth it. Oh and by the way, 500 people for the wedding...that's considered SMALL.

Next entry...I get serious. But don't worry I'll be fun again after that.

Lyla tov,
Erik


And that was his SMALL hat!


Me, my great aunt Audette, and cousin Naama


Isaeli weddings = Erik goes to ulpan with a hangover
that could choke a mule.


As Owen Wilson told us in Meet The Fockers, they are under a "CHUUUPAH"