So the girlfriend's cousin got married on friday night.
Naturally my girl and her Gringo Boyfriend (who is still the talk of the family) - me - are invited.
She died her hair last weekend - brown with red highlights (and damn hot too!)
Spent this week looking for dresses for Livia (yes - she has a name); found a store that makes things that seem to fit her body type well. Picked up 2 dresses. One of them red with red and red on it. Looks very nice and a little strange with her current hair color.
The wedding was scheduled to start at 8pm. We get there at 9 (traffic, problems with getting dressed etc.) and sit to talk with her family for a bit. Because of my cold (gripe in portugues) my voice is completely gone; i can't talk. *smile* just fine for me. The wedding starts with the people walking up to stand on either side of the altar thing. I was like "great! normal - people getting married" and then the flower girl wearing a red dress dances up the isle strewing flowers about.
Thats right - danced. True - I've never seen a ballet dancer before - this didn't look too bad, but pretty amateur to my untrained eye. Anyways; the bride groom walk up the isle, the priest starts his thing. My girls phone rings; she's kinda hiding it, but she starts talking to her mom on the phone. Hangs up and starts chatting with her aunt like they are 17 years old and in the back row of a social studies class.
I got right grumpy - if this was my wedding, I would stop the whole thing and tell them to shut up - but this seemed to be normal here. There was another guy talking on his phone, some other people right out of it staring at the ceiling. It was a mystery. Dude is praying and these people are almost ignoring him. Heck - the girl beside the priest (priestess maybe?) was yawning as well.
So wedding progresses. They get the ring; the dancer comes out with a guy in these silk pijamas (looks like a kung-fu outfit actually) and they dance the story of the bride/groom's love. (I sent an "Oh Snap" text to my buddy regarding that). Then we all stand up, extend our hands and pray over the bride and groom. (which was also a first for me).
The thing ends - the bridal party goes to cut the cake (which we didn't get any of) and take pictures, the rest of us sorta chilled out and had different plates of finger food.
Midnight - everyone went home.
I guess it was a quasi-evangelical brazilian wedding.