you see its all about the finer details. the intricacies that come with indian marriage. sure indians get to forget about the hassle of courting and freedom ofchoice and such other unimportant things as love through the joys of arranged marriages, but they have to be talented to qualify as hot property. then houses and hotels get built on them. after which, you go and show your inadequacies by accidentally revealing that you cant cook, sew or speak more than 5 indian dialects before screwing things up by accidentally pouring the vodka in the punch bowl meant for the herds of geriatrics who usually turn up at these marriage events for lack of much better to do, and the sudden herding instinct that tends to overcome these gossip swapping, gum smacking weathered buccaneers. injun weddings. gotta love em. probably explains why i havent really attended any. except this one- no wait, that was a movie.