The rest of the weekend can pretty much be summed up as one of an excess of eating, drinking, dancing, and meeting old friends.
I think this is the first time since I moved to Dallas that I've seen that many Indians in one room together. When the Indian music started, and everyone was dancing, it took me awhile to remember exactly how to dance to it.
The engagement party was pretty similar to many Indian wedding receptions I've been to in the past, but it felt a little weird knowing the bride- and groom-to-be as friends instead of my parents' friends' kids.
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