This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Lessons from a Wedding’.
It wouldn’t have been a village wedding reception if there weren’t copious amounts of alcohol.
And there were lots.
There was wine – which her father had been hoarding from years ago.
There was whisky – which one of the guests from New Zealand had brought over. It was Scottish-brewed.
There was also langkau. An alcohol that was…errr…brewed in someone’s backyard and depending on the weather, mood of the brewer, quality of the water, it could be 35% or even 45%, maybe 55%, proof.
And there was a litre of langkau that was ordered from the local brewer.
Needless to say, with the variety of alcohol served at the reception, events got happy pretty quickly.
There was strange dancing on the makeshift dance floor. Her brother-in-law even pulled her to dance.
There was haka performed, which apparently wasn’t even close to an authentic one, as it was performed by all white men.
There was singing. And it wasn’t the singer of the live band.
And more dancing.
Thank you to the wine, whiskey, langkau and other lethal alcohol beverages served that night.