Being in a Big Fat Greek wedding means getting to witness every drop of cultural meaning behind it, and getting to participate in a lot of it. Tonight at the rehearsal dinner, after the bride's father had presented the couple with a bottle of Widex and her mother gave her back the cap she wore on the way home from the hospital (that she would wear on her wrist as a hanky during the ceremony), I learned to Zorba dance. We would do this as the grand entrance at the actual wedding, but they wanted to make sure we knew what we were doing, so we pushed back a few chairs at Athens Market Taverna and went for it. There was a lot of looking at feet, stepping on toes and poking each other in the ear, but eventually we all got it. And in the pop-cultural tradition of Greek Weddings, anyone with an S at the end of their name knew exactly what they were doing, and the rest of us looked terrified. But what fun!