...at the wedding reception of my friend's sister's wedding, held at an Assyrian-American hall (a group of people which, oddly enough, Bill O'Reilly has proclaimed no longer exist). This was my first Sikh wedding, and as another Indian friend of mine later confided to me, it's not at all unusual to arrive promptly at the annointed time for such an event and yet find yourself waiting hours for the rest of the party to catch up. Ahh well, portrait time!