Saturday, February 20, 2010

It's funny how you wait for something for weeks, even months, and then when it finally gets here, it's over before you know it. There really is something about weddings. They have this knack of turning horrible days into days worth remembering.

So, the big white wedding came and went. The troops were dressed in green and the whole colour theme went a little too far when the girls proceeded to have green underarms as well. Yes, sick. We thought so too.
The initial chaos dissolved into excitement as the 'wedding entrance' was minutes away. This was indeed a classic example of how a not-so-original idea can turn out to be way BETTER than the original. At least we could dance, even if it wasn't in church. Fireworks concluded the entire thing, some bursting a little too close to our asses, i might add. General happiness spread like forest fire. The Grand March, a new concept to commoners like us, made everyone in the near vicinity join the long line and added to the overall fun of walking around following the newly weds. The first dance was awesome and Decky proved to be the perfect groom revealing his romantic side, as Gulli just looked plain happy and pretty damn impressed.
Soon, the dancing began and the bar beckoned to the alcohol friendly. Thinking we needed to soak up more attention, or so it seemed, some of us began the legendary hustle (courtesy to Ten Downing Street), not on the dance floor like normal human beings, but right in the center of the place, on the nearest stretch of red carpet. And of course, before long there were cameras clicking away what with the synchronized looking dance and everything. Our talent soon moved on to the dance floor and slowly the alcohol took over full swing. We sang. We danced. Some of us went down (haha). We hustled. We stood while a blindfolded bride went to give the bouquet to the next in line. We laughed. We smiled for the never ending flashes. And we made merry.

From helping with little wedding things to sleepovers. From the confusion setting in to last minute nerves. From a bachelor party with no details to the craziest hen party in the history of hen parties. From alcohol to more alcohol. From cutting a thousand shoes to 'forever.' From acquaintances to friends. From friends to family. From four year relationships to an eternity together. Our little bundle of joy is married. Yes. It's finally official. And if there is one thing we've learnt from both of them, it is crossing over all hurdles and emerging on the other side. Strong, with no tears (pun fully intended) and as in love as when the journey first started.

1 comment:

Centaur said...

Only your writing could do justice to the wedding. Beautifully written. I love you.