It's a Nice Day for a Red Wedding

Sunday morning, and we're attending a Chinese wedding ceremony. Now, I don't know if you've ever been involved in one, but they kick off at 4.30. In the morning. Sheer madness. It's being held in our neighbour's house, and everything has been decked out in red, including me. The early hour fogs my mind; I can't work out why our Costa Rican neighbours are hosting Chinese ceremony between a Japanese bride and a Thai groom. In fact, my mind is very foggy; last night was St Patrick's, and it's only been a couple of hours since we slunk home.
After the ceremony, we go back to bed. On waking, the whole thing seems like a surreal dream. Maybe it was.