Indian time. This is a real thing.
First time I discovered it ... we're pulling up to a wedding. I am FREAKING OUT because we're late. Late as in bride is probably walking down the aisle late. Yet boyfriend is just going about his business (aka trying to find cheap parking) as if it's no big deal. And then he realizes why I'm anxious ... "Oh no, it's an Indian wedding ... we're on Indian time." I roll my eyes. Except he's right. All around us are people strolling around, taking their sweet ass time.
Only problem is that Indian time also applies to non-indian events. Case in point, boyfriend goes solo to the last wedding and I get this text ...
BF: What time does the wedding start?
ME: The time on the invite.
BF: But what time do I have to be there?
ME: Like 10 before to sit down?
BF: Shit. Gotta run and iron shirt
Here comes the bride, all dressed in white ... oh hey, glad you could join us, now sit down.