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My second Lebanese wedding


I’m attending my second Lebanese wedding this weekend (OH THE JOYYYY!) and I’m thinking about showing everyone just how Lebanese I can be…especially after last year’s debacle where I showed up in a $50 dress from Zara (OH THE HORROR), frizzy hair, and smudged nails (I did them in the car!)..  I’ll never forget how I felt when I got to the wedding (which was at a “château” in Jounieh btw)..it was as if I showed up to the Oscars in my gym clothes.  I should’ve known chateau = fancy, formal, and over-the-top. DUH!

But..new year, new me..right?  Right.

So to help me avoid last year’s faux paus..I’m enlisting your help.

Which hairstyle should I pick?

I can't pick which one I like more!

Help me pick one!

NOT!  Just kidding folks.. I’m really not cut out for this!  Plus, I don’t think my head can hold so much weight without my neck breaking!  …..sigh….I miss casual American weddings.. where $50 dresses and do-it-yourself make-up are more than acceptable.

My second Lebanese wedding is in less than a week and I don’t have a dress.  Maybe I should just recycle last year’s dress?  That would be EPIC!


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My experience at the Oscars.

I was talking to a friend of mine about an upcoming wedding she is attending, when I realized that I never wrote about my experience at my first Lebanese wedding..

The wedding was on a Sunday a few weeks ago, and up until Saturday afternoon, I was running around Beirut Souks trying to find a stupid dress..which, as I found out, is the worst place to look 1. when you’re on a budget 2.  when you are trying to find something that doesn’t have diamonds, a kaleidoscope of colors, ruffles, or any combination of the three..

I finally settled on a simple, strapless, knee length dress from Zara.. my rationale being “well, I guess I could wear this again,” and felt confident that I would be appropriately dressed for a wedding that was taking place in a chateaux in Jounieh ( a little misguided perhaps?)

..I had asked a few girls at work, and at the pre-wedding parties (what is it about that btw, you go out clubbing every night before your wedding?  no such thing as resting up for your wedding photos eh?) and they reassured me that a knee length dress was appropriate for a Lebanese wedding..

LIES I tell you, LIES!!


With my dress purchase out of the way, and ignoring all of the warnings about how extravagant and over-the-top Lebanese weddings are, I decided to spend the entire afternoon, up until an hour and a half before I had to leave for the wedding, hanging out poolside with friends (wheew that was a long sentence)..which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t such a good idea, as I hadn’t done any of the pre-wedding rituals (hair, nails, and makeup)..

I finished getting ready just in time for the arrival of the taxi, welllll not quite…I brought my nail polish along, at the embarrassment of my friend, who had to reassure the taxi driver that the awful smell wasn’t coming from his car, but rather from my nail polish (embarrassing!)..

When we arrived at the chateaux, and I looked to see what the other girls were wearing (cause as we all know, this is what girls do)..I quickly noticed that they were all in full length friggin’ GOWNS, had all had their hair and make up done..and looked as if they were going to the bloody Emmys, or the Oscars!!

“Oh boy,” I thought, “If this is any indication of what is to come, I’m wayyyy underdressed..” aaaand, with my botched nail polish job, and my poofy hair (stupid Beirut humidity), and my scuffed heels..all I could think about was how I wanted to go home and curl up in a ball!

As I sat there, soaking up the ceremony and the setting sun ( i couldn’t understand what was being said as it was all in Arabic), I noticed the people around me giving strange looks to each other..when I asked what it was about, my friend turned to me and said, that the priest had been going on and on about how “this is it, divorce isn’t acceptable, if a divorced woman comes to me and tells me she wants to get married, I tell her there is no hope for her..” and immediately, my thoughts drifted to my parents, and to the parents of many of my friends who are divorced..as I wondered what they would think about such a sermon at a wedding..

After the ceremony, I managed to get myself a drink and some nuts from the Sudanese nut vendor (yeahhh they even had a Sudanese nut vendor!) and posted up in the corner, to get a view of a “Lebanese wedding…” in all of its splendor.. The gowns, the hair, the make up, the calculated movements of the young Lebanese women, the pouting of the lips, the slight arch in the back, the looks over the shoulder..the decorations, the venue, the meticulous attention to every last detail..the breathtaking view from the mountain top..as over done as it was..it was really something..something out of a movie..

As is to be expected, the food was superb..with dishes that spanned the globe..from sushi, to fajitas, from pasta to Lebanese mezze..and the desert,..the dessert!!..there was enough there to put any bakery out of business..but my favorite part had to be the dabkeh., which is the Lebanese traditional dance that seems to get everyone, even the most uptight of women, and the fattest of old men..to the dance floor..there must be something exhilarating about having your closest friends and family all dancing the dabkeh in your honor..

All in all, it was an definitely an experience..even if it was a little much for my taste..but yet another chapter in the fascinating story that is my Lebanese adventure..


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And she goes for the save!!!

Has anyone seen the new Exotica billboards?  Not only are they beautiful, they brilliant capture both wedding season and the World Cup!


Exotica Weddings

Exotica's Summer Wedding Campaign..


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