One of the wilder events we were invited to was this wedding. I’m still not sure what happened most of the time, but like every other event we attended, we were eventually asked to sit on the dais and make a speech. This time I held my ground, no speech thanks, my words couldn’t capture this right.
At some point, after every child in India had waved at us non stop for hours, Mike decided that they would probably repeat any gesture we made... hence 'the Bullwinkle' made its way to Tamil Nadu. I truly hope it’s a lasting legacy.
The crew dressed to the nines for the wedding. White shirt, white vesti, 'very nice'. And yes, I think that man skirts are the wave of the future. I never realized how good women had it.
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