I went to My friend Sandra's wedding to her boyfriend Jose Antonio.  My old roommate Steph and I, along with Steve, went first to the mass, which was beautiful but a little boring, especially for Steve who doesn't speak Spanish.  In Mexico, the bride has to go directly from the car into the sanctuary because there is no narthex to wait in, and it was raining heavily.  Poor Sandra had to rush from the car straight to the walk up the aisle! I remember when I lived here always seeing brides hanging out on the street waiting to walk up the aisle.  Plus, they do several weddings a day in the big cathedrals, so they don't stop ordinary worshipers from going in during the ceremonies.  During Sandra's mass, there was a mom with two little kids praying then just wandering around amidst all the people in the formal wear for the evening wedding!  As Sandra walked up the aisle, I handed a camera to Steve to take a picture of her, as many other people were doing the same.  At the end of the cermony, I handed him the camera again to get one of the couple as they processed out, but right before he let everyone go the priest gave a long lecture about how to behave... including no chatting in church, no photos, not drinking, not being noisy or rowdy.  I gave Steve a sidelong whispered heads-up because he didn't understand.  Then my friend Blanca came back to our row and started asking us who we were getting a ride with to the reception.  I said, "Blanca, no plactiques en la eglesia!" as a joke.  She turned to me and said really loudly, "Callete, güey!"