I went to my first Chinese wedding reception today. My day started out as I woke up to visitors standing right outside my door weighing themselves on the scale that was sitting next to the water dispenser. It was two nieces of my Xīnglóng (兴隆) Māmā（妈妈). I dazzled them with my poor Chinese and my white face and we as a result had to take many pictures. We were able to see the arrival of the bride and the fireworks involved from the porch off Duan’s bedroom. The bride was carried on the back of the husband all the way from the car down the street to an apartment. I asked 兴隆 妈妈 whether she knew them and how old they were; little did I know I was later going to their wedding reception.

When we arrived at the wedding, the girls I met earlier in the morning waved their hands furiously to get us to come and sit by them. Although I thought I was not appropriately dressed for attending a wedding reception, according to western standards, I noticed that besides the wedding party not many people were dressed up.  Apparently we were to sit by the girls and as I walked through the large hotel dining hall everyone’s eyes were on me. It was like there wasn’t even a wedding taking place at that very moment.
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