I had a traditional Turkish wedding, which involves a more genuinely Turkish ceremony/reception (called a kına) a day or two before the actual wedding party, which equates to pretty much to a standard western wedding reception. The kına was lovely and perfect. The wedding day I took one muscle relaxer early in the day that helped immensely during the hour of back combing I endured for my up-do and that I had broken my pinkie toe a few days before, leaving me the option of wearing Adidas sandals for the entirety of my wedding and the following month. I felt fine the whole day, even through a photo shoot that included lots of walking through a scenic park. Perhaps the nerves finally got to me, but during the part where it is customary for guests to shake hands with the bride and groom and pin money to them (less tactful or more honest, perhaps, than the coy envelope left on a gift table?), I started to black out. I tugged at my husband’s jacket for a few minutes half-heartedly until I was ready to completely fall down and was taken into a private room, while hubby and the wedding party distracted everyone with traditional line dancing. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it didn’t happen a SECOND time, almost fainting in the middle of the dance floor. I dismantled my corset and vomited. I spent the rest of the night smiling broadly and constantly fanning myself in a chair while everyone danced, trying not to worry anyone. Apparently everyone assumed I was pregnant, which I guess is better than a bad drug reaction/anxiety attack/broken toe thing or whatever?