Tis the Season...

To get married. Last weekend was a wedding, this past weekend was a stagette and right now Monica is proposing to Chandler on the TV in the background. I'm all ensconsed in the wedding glee....... of others.

Dark Bunny just got back from a trip to Alberta where she attended a Ukranian wedding no less. When sitting around lunch with some fellow co-workers, and we were speaking of different cultural traditions, it was made mention that Iranian weddings were very beautiful that Indian weddings have wonderful dancing. When asked what Ukranians do, I mumble out..... we polka.

Yes... Ukranians polka. SURE we have the fancy cossack dancing where Russian men flail their legs about as though they are separate from their bodies (we're talking some serious lower body muscle control here people) BUT given the right amount of perogies & rye, we resort to jumping back & forth. It's not HOT but you put back the drinks my uncle makes* & you try to have moves... It's actually quite a brilliant dance.

* When my uncle asks you if you want your drink to be two fingers, he doesn't mean your index finger & middle together but rather make the hang loose sign & turn it on the side and there's your alcohol quotient. This is my theory as to why some women have chest hair.

Don't believe me? At my cousin's wedding, when I went up tot the bar for a vodka coke, I am met by a polish vetran (well, we were in thier hall. Makes sense that we'd put them to work). He free pours me my vodka and directed me to the 'mix' table where I can add my own coke. My drink went a light shade of yellow. I kept haveing to drink a little bit and add more mix. Notice I am not pouring any of it out as that would be a great waste of booze. Needless to say, we ran out of drinks & my uncle had to make a quick dash to the store to re-stock.

One wedding in particular, where I was completely mortified by my brother (love you), we had our own Polka Band. There is no faking it here people, we're hard core. I managed to have a few jaunty numbers with a pharmacist named Bernie but not before I discerned whether or not I was related to him and unfortunately... I think I was somewhere. No big deal.. I managed to scare him off.