A Mexican Wedding in Los Angeles to Remember
I’ve been to my fair share of flamboyant soirees, but nothing topped my first Mexican wedding in Los Angeles. As a native of New Hampshire, I can assure you I’d never been to anything as close to 2 Latinos in love quite like what I’m about to describe. It’s a culture shock to be short. As I told my mom on the phone, it was like I was transported to the 70s and another country at the same time. You’re in for a treat.
Every wedding is partially gauged by where the vows are exchanged. This tradition took place in a small church in East Los Angeles. The couple was young and cute. I wasn’t one to judge. Marriage barely became legal in California for me this year. I was instantly impressed by their choice of colors upon entering the church: cream-colored lilies with turquoise silk bows. I was relieved by their taste. The bridesmaids carried matching blue roses and baby’s breath bouquets between the ribbons-adorned pews: arms locked with their serious-faced groomsmen as they both sashayed down the aisles filled with tearful friends and family. Who wouldn’t be happier?
The next move is a mistake I won’t make on my wedding day: separating the wedding ceremony from the reception by 5 hours. Who does that? It was barely 1 pm and our invitations scheduled us to our next destination just shy of sunset at 6. The only sensible move to make by the end of the first half of the bride and groom’s most memorable day was to hit up the burrito stand across the street. Of course I wasn’t alone. A colorful cadre of young friends, their Mexican grandparents, and I went out for lunch to kill some time and some tequila bottles. Weddings should always have 2 common denominators: family and booze.
Finally it was time for the reception! Of course, I was impatient and full of carne asada burritos but I knew what was in store, despite my first time at a Mexican wedding: more delicious grub! What I wasn’t expecting came next: the soundtrack from the disco age, complete with KC and the Sunshine Band and Grease (who honestly are Pandora stations for me, so I can't complain. I was just surprised). I was informed later that older Mexicans love disco music. This made sense to me because what followed was a live ranchero band with drums, accordion, and a rainbow tuba that played to the same upbeat tempo that raised everyone from their seats: no matter what the age or background.
Did I forget to mention the food? The best wedding food I should say. Burritos, tacos, enchiladas, open bar, cake, ice cream, and to mix it all up for the kids: spaghetti and French fries were on the menu. I just love food. It’s the highlight of every party for most. After a long night of chowing down, the aforementioned music was a must to burn off calories. The reception took place off the beach just a few miles from Los Angeles in a ballroom filled with giant-sized centerpieces of lilies and roses similar to what the bridesmaids held, matching balloons, twinkling Christmas lights, a photo booth with costume pieces (even masks of the bride and groom's faces) and draped linens over chandeliers that completed the romantic setting.
Who knew Mexican weddings came with so much cash? The bride and groom lined up on opposite ends of the dance floor as relatives and friends stuffed bills down their outfits or attached money to them with clothes pins. They must have been multi-thousandaires by the end of the night. Speaking of the end of the night, I had a few whiskey sours so the remainder of the party was a rush of music, laughter, and hiccups. Congratulations to the loving pair. Another check off my bucket list. Onto the next cultural extravaganza! <\p>