So you think you can dance

for three hours? I was young once too.

A couple days ago us American students in the dorm went to a farah, or wedding celebration, held on behalf of Nadar's brother. (Nadar is the previously mentioned cat rescuer). Nadar, like many of the students at Alexandria University, comes from the Nile delta region. His home is about an hour away from Alexandria by bus.

Let it be known, Egyptians can celebrate a wedding. Here' s a run down of the evening:

Arrive at the town around 8:30 -9:00 PM and enter Nadar's house
Do the chit chat thing. Nadar's family is extremely nice and welcoming.
Pose for pictures with young adorable children. Proof:


The boy's father took the boy's picture with each of us in turn. We were just making memories that night.

So where were we? Ah...

Feast.
Come up for air.
Resume feasting.
More pictures of us. (This will be a theme for the evening. Not many Americans find their way out to the small towns of the Nile Delta.)
Consider re-feasting but think better of it.
Get our dance on in the street in front of Nadar's house.

It is at this point that time and I parted ways. We danced for a while. How long though? No one can know.

Bride arrives.
Crowd follows bride to alternate dancing location. I'm not joking.


Break from dancing.
Hang out with the local younsters and decline offers to marry off the girls in my program.
Hit the dance floor again.

We partied like rock stars until 1 AM. I have never been exhausted from dancing before that night. (Does that mean I need to get out more?)

Appropriate and very appropriate occasions for Star Wars theme music, floral invasions, and almost famous