The Guilty Party
4 Jun
As far as I’m concerned, there are only three reasons to attend a wedding:
- You are in the wedding party.
- To meet cute, single guys.
- Open bar.
None of these applied to the wedding I attended last Saturday, so you’ll forgive me for not blogging about it until now.
I spent all morning arguing with my parents. Which basically meant I cried for four hours while they yelled at me. I had dented my mom’s car, so I suppose I deserved it1. I was crying more as a result of remorse than their yelling, but the accusations that I was not a responsible 20-year-old just because I hit something I could not see did not help.
When I finally realized it was time for me to leave, I had two puffy eyes, one splotchy face, and was generally not in good shape. Although it normally takes me 30min to shower, shave, put on makeup, and change, this time it took me closer to an hour. I was supposed to pick up one of PJ‘s friends who needed a ride to the wedding, but I got to her place almost an hour late (I would have been there 30min late if the traffic hadn’t been so awful). After apologizing profusely, we were on our way, but we were definitely going to miss the ceremony.
I felt awful. I mean, not only was I still distraught over the whole are-you-responsible discussion with my parents, but I also felt unbelievably guilty for missing PJ‘s ceremony, and making her friend miss it too. This was my first wedding, and I couldn’t believe my own bad luck. I was so frazzled I didn’t even have her gift properly wrapped, and had to scrawl a congratulatory message on a card right before we walked into the banquet hall. It was just one of those days.
We arrived at the golf and country club just as the ceremony ended and everyone was gathering on the lawn. No one minded that we had missed it, but it didn’t make me feel any better. The wedding party went off to take photos while I cooled my heels and made awkward conversation with people I didn’t know and will never see again. I saw a few girls I’d met at the wedding shower and bachelorette party, but they had friends there so I didn’t want to intrude. I couldn’t even take advantage of the open bar since I was driving. But I am never one to have trouble befriending strangers in these social situations, and by dinner, I had made three new friends.
One of them was a cute English major with an excellent fake British accent who happened to be seated next to me at the dinner table. The girl seated on my other side was in advertising and shot us wedding-related questions like rapid-fire. But I, with my quick turning brain, was never one to be stumped.
Her: What would you want thrown at your wedding?
Me: Mini M&Ms.
Her: What would you want your wedding theme to be?
Me: M&Ms. I could be one M and he could be the other M. And guests will throw mini M&Ms over us as we leave.
Her: We’re talking about weddings, not Halloween.
Me: I know. Ooh, you know what’d be an even better theme? Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! Our groomsmen could be oompa loompas!
Her: Where do you want to honeymoon?
Me: An unknown town in Italy.
Her: Do you want to get married?
Me: Yes, eventually. For now, can I just have a bachelorette party and a wedding registry and a honeymoon in Italy without a wedding?
The wedding was themed after the tea party in Alice in Wonderland, PJ‘s favourite book. Everything was in pastel colours of pink, yellow, green. Every guest got a tea cup and two tea bags as wedding favours. The wedding cake was in the shape of a top hat, with a yellow ribbon around it, and the rest were little cup cakes with pastel-coloured icing. The centerpieces were a flowering plant grown in a teapot. There was a cricket game set up beside the dance floor. It was, in a word, adorable.
Because I didn’t want my parents to throw another hissy fit about me coming home too late, I left almost as soon as the speeches were given. I found PJ, told her how lovely she looked and wished her well on her honeymoon, then made a dash for the parking lot. I was the first person to leave of the 100 plus guests.
So, that is my unexciting wedding adventure, which did not consist of drinking inordinate amounts of champagne, getting drunk, and making out with a cute boy. Oh well, maybe next time.
- As a side note, they made me feel horribly guilty because they said repairs would cost upwards of $2000. It turns out that it will only cost $600. Somehow, I feel like the guilt trip they took me on was not warranted for a $600 repair. [↩]
Oooh, I feel for you! I know how guilty we can get when we dent/bang the car.
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Yup, I took pictures with a normal normal camera. AND I even dropped it when I was in in the tower. I thought it was going to fly straight down and die in the streets hahaha
sorry to hear you had a horrible start to that day :( but hey, an alice in wonderland wedding? that’s pretty awesome and your M&M wedding? even awesomer… i actually discovered that you can put your picture or your name on those M&M’s!!! haha its probably old news but i found it pretty cool. hehe. :)
I didn’t know you could get custom words on M&Ms. That is cool! Do you know how to get it done?
Hey girl, thanks for visiting my blog! The Kiss Me Heroine is different than the regular Kiss Me (silver tube) that they used to (still do? I’m not sure…) sell at Sephora. That one tubes the lashes right? This one is just a regular mascara that has a lot of fibers to make your lashes longer, then have two versions: lengthening and a volumizing. This one could only be found in japanese or asian stores, or maybe online? I bought mine at Mitsuwa. It’s pretty hard to remove, and sometimes when I put too much it does look more clumpy because of all the fibers in it, but now I’ve learned the trick to use the back of the brush to comb my lashes afterwards and it’s been working out fine :)
Aww… that’s not good… going to a wedding party after crying is not good, and plus you can’t have a little fun because you have to go home as soon as possible :(
But yeah, the MnM part is just too cute! I’ve never thought about it! haha… it’ll be a super colorful wedding party! FUN! :D
Oh, ouch. What a thing to happen just before heading out to something as happy as a wedding ceremony. I guess these things happen, although I personally believe that parents ought to learn to put a cork in it (i.e. nag a little, but not let it go too far) and subsequently forgive and forget. Seems like the biggest and supposedly *most effective* tactic of parents is to put us on a guilt trip. :(
That wedding sounds really cute, though. I have yet to attend a themed wedding, and I am not expecting to either … considering how my fellow people in Singapore are too attached to the traditional weddings. :( If I ever were to get married in the future (although I am not intending to), I’ll make it a simple, plain t-shirt and jeans wedding. ;)
That wedding sounds sooo adoreable! Sorry you were so upset before the wedding. :( Your description gave me flashbacks from my junior prom. Hope you’re feeling better now!