The bride's house was swathed in yellow and hot pink acetate satin

We stood on gravel covered in blue tarp.  Just before the procession, someone put down a red plastic carpet. We were all invited to sit on the satin-covered chairs that were arranged in a T-shape.  They wobbled just a little.  Electric cords were strung everywhere.  They supplied the photographer with his bright white, intense lights that raised the sweltering temperature.   The cords also ran to microphones that sqeaked and wailed in our ear- drums.  Woofers and tweeters were supplied by a huffing generator as big as an escalade. 

The women looked like tropical birds, or butterflies.  If you waited a little while, the same women disappeared and returned in entirely new outfits. The colors were brillliant.  The skirts were traditional Khmer colors, like the red dirt, the brilliant green countryside, and the blue sky. 

Mony was accompanied by Aarom,  his 4-year-old son.  Mony explained everything to me and charmend everyone else.. 

We were offered silver-stemmed bowls filled with fruit and candy.  Then we moved out and away from the house and started processing down the street.  But Mony yelled to the crowd that we were processing the wrong way!  We must go the same direction as the river.  So we turned around and went up the block and to the right to a stop sign for a photo op.   Then Mony's cell phone rang.  It was the groom.  Could Mony come and give him a lift because it was too difficult to walk in his gold Thai groom pants.  So Mony left me temporarily and returned with the groom for the final photo.  Then we processed back to the bride's house for the next phase.

The bride looked like an Apsara dancer, (an angel), wrapped in silk. She was decorated in wrist and ankle bracelets and hair ornaments.  Her make-up was  inpeccable.  When we were invited to sit at the gold tables, I lost track of her.  I was treated like an honored guest.  I was with the parents of the bride and the aunties and uncles.  Breakfast was a pot of porridge.  (Watery rice with other stuff.)   It's really quite good, if you try not  to think about it too much.  It sort of grows on you.

Then we were entertained by a clown with drawn- on black eyebrows who said silly things to two other entertainers in pink outfits and lots of make-up.  They alluded to the next ceremonoy  which was the cutting of the bride's and groom's hair.  But each guest only pretended to cut their hair with scissors and comb to represent starting a new life.  We dipped a rose into water and shook it at them.  Then we squirted them with perfume.  The couple remained so composed.  For this photo op he entire party was dressed in hot pink. How was this hapening?

We were intsructed to move to tables again for more soup! The live entertainment began with two soloists and many instruments.  Mony said it was time for the monks to come and pray and we could go home.  I went back to my hotel room.  The best part about this room was that it only cost $11.00 U.S. a night. 
I fell into a deep jet-laggged sleep.  When I woke up I thought it was morning, but it was only  8:00 p.m.