Here Comes the Bride

Oops, not yet. That is the bride to be folks.

Friday was spent practising.

The rehearsal supper was held in Portland at a wonderful little restaurant. Yes, it was an authentic Moroccan restaurant.

We sat at these little tables on cushions on the floor. Everything was served without utensils. Most of the dishes were eaten with our fingers, some of them came with bread to use as a scoop.

Some of us rated three cushions.

So, since this was an authentic Moroccan restaurant, it came with a little entertainment. Seems like someone had the perfect, or depending on who you ask really bad timing. Loud music had just started, everyone was looking expectantly at the door, and who should appear, but Moises!

Looks like the dancer didn't find it as funny as we all did, but she got her revenge. With the mood ruined, this was the only guy that was very enthralled with the dancing. He couldn't take his eyes off of her! Notice the mouth hanging open.

Chasing after her next victim. The waiter in the back was not the brightest nut that has ever fallen from a tree. Instead of being presented with our iced tea *smile*, which it was quite obviously tea with ice in it. It came out this way, "Well, um, we were out of iced tea, so, I uh, got some of the hot and uhhhh, put some ice in it, uhmmmmm. Here!"

Smile!

To be continued...