Weddings. The event you attend to watch two lives (at least, it's usually two) begin the rest of their lives together (at least, that's what most people hope it is). I was invited to a small wedding on the 19th of last month.
The plan for that day was to hike up Rangitoto Mountain. The weather was beautiful and perfect. However I had to cancel this plan in the weekend because I had a wedding to attend. I know, I'm a terrible person for forgetting, right?
In my defense, I only found out about this wedding because a common friend of the bride told me a couple of weeks ago that there's a wedding. I didn't realise this verbal discussion from a mutual friend was actually my invitation to the wedding. So when I invited this mutual friend's wife to our Rangitoto Adventure, she momentarily forgot about her prior promises to the bride and groom. In panic she called me a few days before hand to tell me about the date clash. At first, I was like oh ok when she said the wedding will clash and it is a pity because she was really looking forward to hiking. And there was a silence. To which I did not know how to break. So she repeated what she said and I still didn't get anything through my thick skull. After the second pause, she tentatively asked me "you ARE coming to the wedding, right?"
At that point I blurted "oh... OH. OH of course. I would love to meet up with [insert bride's name here]. At the church. Ok." So of course, I had to postpone for this occasion.
One the morning I woke up and with a heap of effort, I dragged myself out of bed
I never know what to wear to such things. At first what I decided on looked appropriate for a funeral. Then I mind blanked and didn't know how to dress myself. So I threw my hands up in frustration and just dressed appropriate for work. I went to work then I left an hour early because I believed that parking would be atrocious since the church is smack in the middle of the CBD. Except once I got there, there was a parking spot right outside the church. How convenient... I was an hour early.
I ended up sulking in my car for half an hour before deciding to move my car to another street on the other side of the church - which turned out to be a good idea because parking was half the price! I parked, got out and joined the mutual friend and his wife (they were early too). During this time, the mutual friend's sole of his shoe fell off. He was so shocked, he started crying. No joke. His wife and I thought he just had something in his eye but the pitch of his voice escalated and his wife took out a cloth and handed it over and told him: "oh babe, don't cry!" Then we backed off and giggled to ourselves.
The bride and groom were late. Which pissed me off. When they finally turned up, they had a beautiful and short wedding. At the end of it, the bride said to me: "Are you coming? Are you free tonight? Do you have Line?" Line is a messaging app that uses wifi. She asked with such oomph that I instantly did a mental sweep of my day's plans. After they left, I followed. We went to Mission Bay for wedding photos. There, they took many photos and asked random people to be in their photos too. Cheapest way to get models... Kiwis jump at the chance to help. And very enthusiastically too!
Following this, they returned to their hotel and I went home. But not before the bride said her good byes and to me, "see you later!" Later meant dinner. I went back to the city around 7pm for the dinner. It was delicious and I really enjoyed it.
I would have made an effort to take photos, but I decided against it. They haven't even put up any on Facebook.
No comments:
Post a Comment