The Great Charade
I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I had received a text message with an elaborate invitation for the wedding of my local friend. Piecing together information from previous friends and experiences, I knew that I had to dress up to the next level for this event. As my one friend had explained, it's not just about what you feel like wearing, but rather about how much honor you show the hostess by the effort, time and money you put into your outfit when you show up. So, after carefully selecting my attire and spending a significant part of the afternoon getting ready, I booked the Uber for the wedding. I tried to show up a little bit late because with the culture here you never show up on time. As the Uber pulled up in front of a massive wedding hall, I breathed out slowly. This was it... Stepping gingerly out of the car so that my wrappings wouldn't fall off in front of the security guards, I passed through the huge door marking the women's area. Behind the door, a fem...