Wedding Crashers, Kazakh Edition

Conveniently continuing with the wedding theme, Halim, one of the guys I’d met at the Almaty couch surfing meet-up invites me to a wedding. Given that I don’t carry a suit with me, I make a quick call to my mate Ilya and borrow some clothes, get changed and bring Diana and Daniel along.

Given that we’re last minute fill-ins for some guests that didn’t show up, we enter towards the end of the wedding party and proceed to be seated next to the parents of the bride who’s name we still don’t know.

Left to right: Halim, Daniel, Diana, myself and mother of the bride.

So you’ve been invited to a wedding where you don’t know either the bride or the groom, or their parents. The father of the bride asks you to make a toast. What do you do?

You get up, go to the centre of the dance floor, take the microphone from the host and proceed to wing it, mentioning love, friendship, two souls living and breathing as one. A real tear jerker that brings rousing applause from the guests.

Yerkin, the bride’s father sings a beautiful song in Kazakh.

Bonding with the bride’s parents.

When Kazakh music comes on, you get jiggy and freestyle some moves.

We end the night by taking a photo with the beautiful bride and groom. A great experience and a great night.

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