New Year in the huts.
The hit parade started exactly at 9 pm. Those who did not come before this hour were invited to get to their tables in person. Right from the start, the matchmaker Oksana, who was savvy in all matters of drinking, took the lead in the parade. As a toastmaster at the wedding, she guided every step of the guests and invited them to take part in the celebration in a timely manner.
There was a lot of local folklore, which, in essence, provoked the use of alcohol. Maybe we have such competitions? Maybe I haven't been to a wedding in a long time? But games like "who was born in January get up and pour" I saw for the first time.
Local dancers were invited, who, to be honest, knew their work. They demonstrated all kinds of Ukrainian dances skillfully and cheerfully. The truth was not without quarrels, when one of the guests did not get up in time and went to the bar (as usual), and the girl who was dancing stumbled on him. Those who have already celebrated the most took part in the dismantling.
In the end, I didn't quite understand what the especially nervous young people were doing there, who, in my opinion, smoked in the street during the dance.
But the evening continued. There were plenty of cold snacks on the tables, but very few hot ones. Puree and some krucheniki there. So we ate mostly cold. A bottle of vodka or a bottle of champagne was placed for each person. We sat together with a student couple who condemned 2 bottles of champagne for 2 bills. To my indignation that such an upbringing is no good, my wife reassured me that it was the children, go and buy us another bottle and all.
We put our daughter in the first half, I don't know how she fell asleep there from such noise, and we danced until the 3rd night. Moreover, after the fireworks at 12 o'clock a strange Santa Claus appeared on the stage and all the competitions under his leadership were already on adult themes. Just for the hot crowd.
My daughter didn't have to see it.
After singing all evening, the tireless musicians amicably announced a stop at 3 o'clock and sat down at a private table to continue the already aftepati. The music subsided, the lights went out, and the waitresses began to drive the guests to the exit with a big broom. The party is over. But in "Sobina" there were hums until 6, as we were later told by evil tongues.
