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Wedding Postmortem - Morning

Last weekend I spent it for a friend's wedding event.

I bought a really nice red dress for the event, but after much consideration, decided it wasnt suitable for the nite. Also seems like everyone dressed-down cos it was held at a restaurant.

So, on saturday I spent it at a hotel at curve while we gals decide on what to do on the next day.

At the hotel, a friend brought a blown-up mattress, fearing for the worse; not enuf mattress space to go around for 5 gals.

So we actually spent quite a while blowing up the mattress, not using our mouths mind you, but using the small little pump that didnt seem to improve any bit after 2 hrs pumping.

After the friend called up asking for instructions only we really get some work done.

So, the bride who was on the couch doing some mask treatment woke up feeling uncomfortable made us reshift our whole sleeping post.

I was supposedly sleeping on the bed with another 2 galpals, ended up on the mattress with a galpal.

Fearing for waking up next morning with a punctured mattress, I vowed to sleep still till the cock crowed.

So, I closed my eyes, only to open them to the next morning alarm. The sleep felt like a blink. Perhaps it had to do with us talking till 1.30 in the morning and waking up at 5am later.

So, preparing ourselves with the usual rituals; clean up, bath, dress up, make up for all 4 gals while the bride (who woke up way earlier to prepare for the make up stylist and cameraman to appear beside wearing all the neccessities like leggings and stick-on-bra), time flew and before we know it, the bride's family arrived. It was 7am in the morning.

Camwhoring happened then, followed by a call from the groom.

Specifically telling the bride not to tell the groom where's the room number was, I went down as representative to bring the groom's entourage.

All I can say is the sisterly act* where we are supposedly making the groom worked for the bride was too short and too hasty as we were rushing for time. Everybody needed to check out of the hotel by 8am.

So, pining for time-lapse, we played the prioritised game.

First, eating a bunch of bananas by the groom to signify giving birth the baby boys (sexist, I know).

Secondly, hanging two milk bottles while 2 ppl frm the groom's entourage sucked it dry without using their hands. They cheated by drinking it straight from the unlidded tops.

Thirdly, the groom gotta choose the correct room key from a bunch of ang pows. He got it right the second time.

So, directing the groom to the correct room, we asked him to read a mock-agreement in cantonese (which he sucks at) and signed it.

After he slipped the ang pow beneath the door, another sister in the room will decide whether to open the door or not for the groom to fetch the bride.

We let if off easy cos time's up.

Life sux, but we moved on.

Then we gals gotta drive ourselves to the house of the groom cos most of the cars from the entourage were full, which is ungentlemanly.

But the most ungentleman act is when I followed the cars as I didnt know the way, and they didnt even consider if I caught up with them or not. I gt called them up to slow down.

Life sux, but we moved on.

So, arriving there, we sat resting our poor feet while the bride and groom did the ritual of serving teas in accordance to the correct generation gap.

Then the sisters were urged to take photos at the couple's room. I saw a pink baby basin with an angpow thrown into the bottom, and I saw many of the couple's wedding photos all over the place, which for me is an overkill.

After the whole camwhoring subsided, we went downstairs for the bouquet throwing/catching ceremony.

Then we went back for a rest before going for the dinner at nite.

* not biological sisters, more like brides maids without the dress

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posted by M.E. # 12:07 PM

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