Daisy was born in Minnesota but her parents are from Laos, so whether she liked it or not, they made sure to give her a proper Laotian Wedding too. They are usually held at the bride's family's home, and we had our American-style wedding on Friday, and this one the next day. The rules were a little different too, as my brother Brandon could not be my best man for this one as he was married. So I had my friend John step in.
To be honest I wasn't really looking forward to it, one of the reasons is that most of the words said during the ceremony are in Laotian which I speak none. You also have to lay down on the floor uncomfortably and it lasts more than an hour with no breaks. I was trying my best to endure the pain, and I eventually lost all feeling in my legs.
After it was over, while everyone was eating they made us do a tradition where I pour whiskey for any guest who wanted it. It was a little weird considering I don't (and never have) drink alcohol. Since I've been with Daisy for five years, I've noticed something you usually see with people who were born in Laos that you don't see in people who are of Laotian descent; they LOVE to drink, but perhaps a bit too much.