This one was for my brother's best friend, Raj, and his awesome fiance, Margaret. My brother was the officiant and did a fine job, somehow managing to work the Biebs into his do-you-take-so-and-so spiel.
The wedding itself was on a boat called The Hornblower that debarked from Pier 3. Actually, she was more like the Titanic, minus the iceberg ending. The tables were covered in white linen. The tableware was the finest china. The ornate was commonplace. The view from both overhead decks was stunning, especially as the ship approached the Golden Gate Bridge
I had a blast. At least I think I had a blast.
I definitely took advantage of the free bar, ordering margarita after margarita. (If this had been New Orleans during Mardi Gras season, I undoubtedly would have had six or seven pearl necklaces weighing me down). This, and many many Anchor Steams.
Of particular note: One of my brother's more infamous exes was one of Margaret's bridesmaids (awkward); One of Raj's bestmen gave a speech that eerily echoed my own from a few weeks before in Tahoe (oh well, mimicry is flattery :); The food was Indian and decadent; The couple's "history" slideshow was phenomenal, literally edited on the spot to include their vows and nuptials and my brother quoting the Biebs; The clash of Indian and American wedding culture was fascinating, and I literally could not get past a few of the high caste attendees who looked straight out of a Bollywood production.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you to the young couple for considering my impoverished soul and taking me aboard the S.S. Margeneesh.
Here a few pictures (all taken from the outside deck) for your viewing pleasure.
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