A couple of weeks ago, Brian and I attended the wedding of one of his best buddies since he was a kid. Though it was a very rainy afternoon, and without that much sleep (it was after work), we still went to the event. I struggled with what I would wear, which is one of the things I hate when attending a formal event. Being the tomboy I am, I never owned a decent dress since I am not a big fan of one. So off we went to our friendly neighborhood mall and we ran through the homeware department to grab the best wedding gift we could find and as soon as we had it wrapped, my husband left me at the mall to have his hair cut and I ran towards the ladies’ section of the department store and looked through all of the racks of the cheap but classy RTW dress that I could find. I tried on a couple of ‘em and luckily, I found one that, I think, was OK for the event and within my budget. We went home and prepared for the event, (by this, I meant took a quick shower and bathed my “grabbed-just-now” dress with my “now-favorite” perfume courtesy of my husband from his “out-of-the-country” assignment, GUESS GOLD. So much for the “noun-turned-adjective” words! Blame it on my past life, a language trainer… That’s a different story though…) After the “extensive” preparation, Brian and I rushed to the place of the ceremony.
Anyway, we got there on time despite the heavy rains. (It must be marriage filled with a lot of blessings because of the heavy rains based on a belief of my granny. She once told me that if it rains on a celebration, your birthday, wedding or dedication of your baby, the person(s) who are celebrating will be very blessed. Unless that’s really true or maybe they just invented that idea for them not be pooped by the idea that their celebration was ruined by the rains… :-P) Whew, long segue!!! J J J Going back to my story, I didn’t know anyone there, except from my husband, of course, the bride and the groom, and the other guest, who was their former band mate, plus his girlfriend, whom I just met there as well.
Outside the reception/ceremony area, there was a photo booth just being setup. People, dressed in their very elegant clothes, would be seen everywhere, with their cameras and taking pictures and doing their stuff… J As for me, being the quiet (realistically, “supladita”) person I am, I sat on the couch and tried my best to keep myself awake as I “patiently” waited for us to be led inside. A few minutes more and we were told that we could now enter the room. Once we went in, we saw the room that was quaintly arranged and was softly lit… The tables were arranged according to the bride’s favorite writers, novelists, authors, or whatever you call them (I assume that it’s the bride’s choice to set the tables that way. Since the groom was a best friend of my husband, they must share their “interest” in reading, which means NONE. As for me? I am not a big fan of reading books, though from time to time I DO read… calling out BOB ONG, PUGAD BABOY and JESSICA ZAFRA fans!!! :D). My husband and I were assigned to be seated at the “Nicholas Sparks” table. My husband, the not-so-big fan of books, not even our textbooks in high school, asked me, “Sino ba si Nicholas Sparks?!” Good thing I know some Nicholas Sparks because of the books “The Notebook,” “The Wedding,” “Message in a Bottle,” “A Walk to Remember,” “Nights in Rodanthe,” and “Dear John.” (Obviously, the ones that I read were the ones that were turned into silverscreen adaptations except for “The Wedding” which is a sequel of the book “The Notebook” just a trivia!!!)
To be continued…
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