Well, what’s a Lebanese wedding? Christian. And a lot of fun. Traditional. Wedding gown, formal wear. Small church – chapel, really – and so it was crowded. A lot of the folks just stood outside. Video and cameras, and lots of very very bright video lights – in your face and all of that. That was jarring. If you notice they turned off all the lights for the post ceremony pics. Nope! The power consumption was so high that the power went out and could not be restored. I was truly impressed by the media array. Talk about in your face… the priest did not seem to care. So the images were terrible? They only needed to turn 180 degrees and have the backdrop of a beautiful Mediterranean sunset. But I guess if you have a gorgeous sunset every day, it’s not so special. I was gonna say something, honest I was, but then there were so many professional photographers pretending to be amateurs…..
There’s always a signature shot. I got mine. We were late to the ceremony. I was with Farid and on his calculated schedule. He wanted to be late. So we were in the back and I was with my trusty point and shoot. I wasn’t there to upstage the real photographers. Off to the side of the stage under the speaker system over by the muscians – two kids – just passing the time….bored, dutiful – priceless.
The highlight of the Beirut visit was going to Mandaloun. It’s a night club. It’s not just any night club. Apparently it is the place to go and be. For several days everyone was in anticipation of the visit. Reservations, and a little cash got us right up front. We were pretty much on top of the performers. Farid was drinking. So i did what the natives do… as in Rome… I had Bailey’s. I don’t drink. I get a headache and sleepy. I matched him drink for drink. Actually, I just sipped and let the ice melt. Dammit, he was drinking fruit juice. He never told me. But, he gets tipsy too! That’s him next to his cousin. Looks sober, right?
And the very large bank of speakers was there in my ear. Ear trauma! When we left I was deaf. I knew I could hear. But it was as though I was under several mattresses. It was about an hour before, much to my relief, my hearing recovered. My kids say that I don’t hear well already. They’d have a real laugh over this. Did I say it was loud? Am I repeating myself? Look at me when I shout at you. The gal is Farid’s cousin. Nice kid. She actually texted me and showed me her phone to communicate. Yes we were standing next to each other and not in voice communication. She’s been there before. She knew exactly how to make her point. Eh?
This is what Farid calls these joints. I suppose when I refer to delis and coffee shops, it calls ‘something’ to mind. Anyway, the sandwiches are more like gyros but they taste different in the Middle East. His brother in law told us about a new place and here we are for lunch. The décor color scheme is lime green and pink. I asked, but did not get an answer as to whether the cashier had color coordinated her dress to the restaurant’s décor.