On my way to the central bus station, I realised that I forgot my camera in my room. I may receive a CD with pictures, but not only of me.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I can talk about the wedding.

For an Orthodox wedding, it was very straightforward. No long speeches, no 20-minute niggunim, just the basics.

I got there and was immediately greeted by Orli and her daughters, plus Chaim and Judith Tivon (who I will be seeing this weekend), Yahav Tivon and one of his sisters, and Anne Picus (who I will be seeing next week).

After pictures, everyone went to the huppah. Aryeh was in front with his father and Michal's holding candles next to him and all the men behind. Michal followed with the Women after. First, Michal circled Aryeh seven times, followed by a cup of wine and the reading of the Kitubah. Then came the seven brachot and the ceremony was done.

Everyone went inside for Hors de'oeuvres, followed by the one thing Jews always do at a celebration: dancing. The main dance was a variation on the basic Hora with the normal steps, but then some strange steps and a kick.I also learned that it is very common to step on/get stepped on by other people.

Chaim Tivon was telling me about various things that were done at Ronnie and Orli's wedding 30 years ago. A few minutes later, the same things were done (Oh, those Hassids and their not changing things) including lifting the Hatan and Kallah up above the Mehitza and running back and forth with them.

Dinner wasn't remarkable. We had Chicken/Shnitzel and potatoes and mostly standard Israeli dinner-type foods.

After more dancing, I eventually left (at 11:30) to catch the last bus back. The dancing was still going strong (and probably went on for another few hours).

But I haven't told you the best part. As this was a Hassidic wedding, I chose to dress in a white button-down shirt and black pants. Anyone who has walked by an Orthodox neighborhood knows that this is what they always wear. My experience was compounded when a group of 3 Orthodox guys sat in front of and next to me on the bus. There I was, in the middle of a group of Orthodox, dressed almost the same way. I got off at the central bus station and took a breath afterwards.