We spent the night on the JSS campus so we would be there when the jeep left early. We piled into the vehicle, filling every seat. Then we picked up someone else, jamming him into the back. We made our way to the groom's house about 20 minutes away.
At the grooms house a crowd was gathered, and they fed us an early lunch. Fireworks were being set off outside. At this point it began to be clear that even more people wewre going to be packed into the jeep, and we were headed to a location 6 hours away, the amount of time it takes to drive from Boston to Philly.
My plan was to sleep in the vehicle, and it became clear that would be difficult due to lack of comfortable space. Staying awake was not a great option either, as there were no English speakers aside from Dolly, and my Hindi is not much better than greetings and pleasantries, simple questions, and being able to say what I ate last night.
So, I told them I wasn't feeling well, and got dropped off at the nearest town and I took the bus back. I felt bad, as everyone was very excited to be going and also genuinely worried about my health. However, I would have felt worse jammed uncomfortably in a jeep for 12 hours.
Dolly went, and they ended up staying at the wedding for a shorter amount of time than the car ride in one direction. The men who went drank, including (and maybe especially) the ones who always say drinking is bad. This attitude is partially because when they drink they drink like fools, and get stupid, falling down drunk.
