Yesterday, I attended my first ever formal wedding dinner, since I cannot recall the last one I went to, which must have been AGES ago. Anyway, it was for the son of an old friend of my dad's.
Not used to attending formal functions of any sort, let's just say the ladies in my house went into a bit of a frenzy over getting dressed to the nines for the event. My mum especially, she had this big notion that we simply HAD to look absolutely spiffy at all costs, since we haven't really met up with the groom's family for close to ten years. For myself, I had long decided to wear either one of the two LBDs I own, one of which was gifted by an aunt and which I haven't even worn yet. I wanted to lay low in that colour you know, seeing as I barely knew that family. But then on the day itself, my dad had to casually inform, more like demanded us all not to wear black because apparently from what he suddenly recalled, that family never did think it was an auspicious colour. So in the end, I had to wear this sparkly gold and white cheongsam top chosen by my mum from my wadrobe but I had to insist on wearing good old jeans as the bottom. As for the heels, it drove me crazy. Not only am I not used to wearing them, but I think I have broad feet because whenever I slip on any kind of ladies' shoes on with or without protective gear i.e. padding, plasters,etc some part of my feet will experience blisters, pain or discomfort. So you can imagine the immense internal shudder I felt at being weighed down by the burden of donning those immensely menacing pair of shiny black heels which I had bought on a whim in Korea as everyone there were wearing them then. I really hoped I could avoid wearing them yesterday by first trying on a few of my flat sandals to go with my outfit but tragically, they didn't complete the look. So I accepted my fate, sucked it up and resignedly stepped into those heels when the time came and tottered out the door thereafter. As for my mum, she had her own problems to deal with, from sourcing out countless clothing and shoe shops to borrowing my make-up to an incident involving my old nail polish and her old stockings. Needless to say, we were slightly ill at ease from all that mini-emergencies and excitements by the time we left home.
The wedding itself was held at a club at the only ballroom there I believe. No one was being seated in the room yet when we arrived so everyone stayed outside and milled around tables with party snacks and kept being plied with soft drinks served in tall glasses by the eager servers. One of my brothers seemed awed by the glamour of the well-dressed guests and kept bragging that his own wedding would be 'star-studded' when his time came when he was 30. He even said he was going to be 'investing in children', all 4 of them. I was quite irritated and amused by all his talk, thinking he could plan for things like that. Also at the reception was a photobook chock-full of photoshoots of the couple at all sorts of places doing some crazy poses. By that I mean like, split jumps and acrobatics in cheerleading uniforms. But there were other more conventional ones with them in gowns and tuxes swinging in a park and all. I thought to myself I would immensely enjoy doing that meself, playing dress-up and posing properly for pics. It does seem like tons of fun. And meeting the groom and his family, man, the children especially all looked very different, and were very different from how I remembered them in my childhood days. As an example, the groom's brother, the youngest who I heard was always very pampered and whom I remembered as a very nice sweet guy, was actually dressed and looked like, of all people, get this, ADAM LAMBERT, this year's American Idol runner-up- with a big padded jacket in a loud flashy red colour, black eye-liner, earrings, tons of black rings, black nail polish and his large stature. People can indeed change vastly years later huh.
Anyway, highlights from the wedding, the entrance by the best-men and then the groom, were marked by even crazier stunts by them. They literally donned sunglasses and back-flipped and swaggered in one after the other onto the aisle and then galloped and somersaulted onstage to mark each of their presence, in time with some dance music. I wish I was more in front to catch all the action, as this kind of thing you only catch on TV or Youtube (like this!) you know? And then there was even a cartoon video shown onscreen of the couple's love story, reminiscent of what was done at Fann Wong and Chris Lee's wedding. You could tell the wedding was really thought out and modernized by the young couple. Other highlights included the two wedding singers, one male and one female who entertained us all night with love songs but with a jazzy feel-good twist with their own interpretations (even despite them only having minus-one recorded music and not a live band!). There was one point where the female sang Jason Mraz's I'm Yours in a whole new freaking awesome way I've never heard of before and which I immensely enjoyed. And finally, the couple each gave a thank-you speech and which the groom mentioned, get this, his primary school peeps, secondary school peeps, JC peeps and Uni peeps all in attendance. Man, now that is called Appreciation when you have your gratitude list in order and down-pat like that. All in all, it was a cozy simple jolly affair and which the couple and their families spent all night going round the tables to enthusiastically mingle with the guests and their photographer in tow to take pictures with every single table! They were truly the celebrities of the night lor.
Of course, attending this wedding made me think a little about ahem, my own wedding. It made me think what elements I wouldn't want to include and how different or similar it might turn out. What I eventually came up with was something which would ultimately reflect who I am, my likes, my tastes and not about what the guests expect from me. But one thing is for sure, music is definitely an important element for my 'wedding'. For now, imma gonna spare you the agony and keep the rest of my fantasy dream wedding a secret.
Because at the end of the day, who knows how reality will turn out say, at least five years from now? I say five because I did a bit of calculating and came up with this figure as I feel this number of years is what it takes to truly find a best friend and then fall in love with Him. But also, I'm not forgetting the fact that for now, I hypothetically have a grace period of ten years because, you know, my bro plans to get hitched by then.
Ah well, these kinds of things, Only time will tell, man.
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