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I'm now staying in the home of a local family for 3 nights. Last night, they took me to a wedding - the niece of my hostess was the bride.
The bad news: no paid dancers, no live music, just a DJ who played the same songs about 4-5 times each over the course of 4 hours. Mostly Egyptian pop, with a wee bit of salsa, a song whose unimaginative lyrics were "You gotta pump it up", and the macarena. The Egyptians do the macarena the same way we do.
The good news: the 16-17-18-19 year old girls were really in a dancing mood, and kept dragging me up to dance with them. I think they found it very entertaining to be dancing with a tall blue-eyed American the age of their mothers and grannies (who were all sitting on the sidelines being proper). I was keeping it pretty low-key at first, and then the looks on their faces were priceless when I threw in a quick little Dina butt wiggle at one point.
At one point, one of the groom's friends got up on a chair, and everybody picked it up and held it at shoulder level while he belly danced on it.
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