I had to attend my second-cousin's wedding (I have relatives in Philadelphia! Who knew?) today, and what a long, excruciating process that was. Traditional Vietnamese weddings are too complicated for their own good, and half the time the people in the wedding forget what they're supposed to do next. But perhaps the ceremony would've gone faster for me if I learned my own freakin' language. God, I am an asshole.

But getting back on track- the wedding then turned into a big fat reception at the most gaudy restaurant in Philly. It's a big bright yellow building smack dab in the Italian Market section (all of which is far from being bright yellow) and the windows are covered with turquoise boards. And then there are the big statues everywhere. And the fake palm trees. Then when you go inside, the wall fixtures are gold plastic pillars... really, it's just unreal. Oh, and pepto bismol colored tableclothes. And reflective gold plates attached to the ceiling. Seriously, I could go on and on here, but the restaurant is not really the point of this ramble.

So here I am at this crazy restaurant, and I'm actually having a ball meeting part of my family for the first time (i have a lot of family). This comes as a surprise to me because usually Vietnamese wedding receptions (or at least the handful that I've been to) are kind of lame and boring, and the only thing worth going is the 12 course dinner. But tonight I couldn't stop laughing, and the one thing that made it all worth it was seeing my tiny 76 year-old cousin (possibly one of the cutest women on the planet) get out on the dancefloor and do the macarena, the electric slide, and the song that will never die- YMCA. I took pictures, but this camera is borrowed and I HAVE NO WAY OF SHOWING YOU THIS ULTIMATE ADORABLENESS (is adorableness a word? I don't think so. I am the retardest). So you'll just have to agree with me.

Speaking of the macarena, it reminds me of a news segment that was on MTV ages ago, with Kurt Loder and Biz Markie investigating whether or not the macarena could be classified as a valid exercise. The two go to a class to learn the dance and sweat up a storm. Possibly the best piece of journalism ever aired on MTV.