Blame the party

We went to Liza's wedding yesterday. It wasn't the typical Russian party, in that it strictly followed Orthodox Jewish law. Of course, you put enough Russians in a large room with alcohol, and... well, you know how it goes. (Or if you don't, you should try to find out as soon as possible, but not if you still have finals).

I was completely unable to take any quality pictures, but fortunately, my buddies Kevin and Byron were the photographers, and they are excellent, and I'm sure, did a fantastic job. It was fun seeing them in this capacity, and I only hope that they will soon quit their boring corporate jobs and pursue photography as a real profession, because their stuff is amazing. It was also great to see many other friends and relatives, and everyone had a swell time.

There were two particularly amusing moments. The first occurred when there was a minor infiltration of women onto the men's side of the dance floor, which forced the flustered Rabbi to frantically muster up a serious effort to restore order. That was fun. The other occurred when the band started playing "Ochy Chernye" and Andrew and Dan set off on an elaborate discussion about the exact lyrics of the song. The humor of two very American guys discussing the words to a traditional Russian song at an Orthodox Jewish wedding was further enhanced by the great abundance and outstanding quality of the alcohol.