Identified flying objects...at a wedding!?
Yesterday, I attended a wedding of one of my IMU batchmates in Sitiawan.2 other friends and me rushed down from KL on the same day to attend it. The whole journey took about 3 and a half hours, which seemed to me like forever. We arrived at about 7.30 pm, slighty late due to the unfamiliar outskirt roads and a slight but persistent drizzle. I was feeling rather dizzy from being cooped up in the car for so long with no breaks and also from hunger pangs due to an early lunch.
The banquet was already in full swing with the bride (my friend) and groom on the stage when me and my friends walked in. It was a huge, traditional Chinese wedding and I estimated that there were at least 100 tables.
By traditional Chinese, I meant that it was the kind of wedding where you have to shout over the festivities to talk to the person next to you. There were the usual prolonged, ear-piercing toasts of "YAMMM SENGGGGG", out-of-tune renditions of Chinese oldies and red tablecloths on the tables. What I found unique about this wedding was there were plastic doggy bags placed discreetly on the table for you to ta pau any leftovers that your prudent soul cannot bear to waste. However, according to a friend this is common practice at small town weddings.
Everything was going on smoothly and I was trying to talk to my friends, shouting to be heard over the discordant voice of the "wedding singer" (for the lack of a better term) belting out, "Lao shu ai ta mi" (direct translation is Mice Loves Rice, I think) a popular Chinese song where the lyrics compare a mice's love for rice to love for a girl. Don't ask me why the comparison made is so strange OK. But to be fair, I think it's kinda cute- that song but the singer's voice left much to be desired.
Anyway, I was yakking away (on the top of my voice) quite happily when suddenly, out of nowhere, gravy came flying through the air and splattered nicely on my face and new top!!! %#&$@!!! The uncle sitting directly in front of me in his eagerness to turn the half eaten steamed fish over, lost control of his utensils and dropped Mr. Half-eaten fish down quite hard on the metal platter causing the oily, soy-sauce based fish gravy to splatter all over...
Trying to console myself, I thought that luckily, my top was dark maroon in colour and the stains were not that obvious. I headed back to the table and sat down and inclined my head regally in a forgiving nod to the uncle who looked at me and smiled in sheepish apology.
I smelt faintly of the
Nevertheless, I focused my attention on my friend and her husband who were on stage once again. The emcee handed them a bottle of champagne to open. The radiant couple shook the bottle in graceful unison. I watched them happily, admiring how beautiful my friend looked and glad for her that she was marrying THE (HER) ONE.
*WOOSH* a frothy spray of champagne emerged from the bottle as the cork popped and flew in an arch through the air...
...and hit me right smack in the middle of my forehead...HARD...*OUCH*!!!!
For a moment -the second time in 5 minutes- I literally didn't know what had hit me!
It happened so fast that even most of my table companions didn't notice what had happened. But those who did burst out laughing at my expense. *sigh*
After the wedding, relating the incident to a few friends, most said "Hey, perhaps it's lucky to get hit by a flying champagne cork and flying gravy...at a wedding!"
Yeah yeah, lucky!!! My forehead still hurts where that dratted cork hit OK, but at least, the stains on my top have been successfully removed by Breeze Colour and no permanent head damage has been done to me, I think? ha ha
Small blessings to be thankful for I suppose. =D
posted by N.J.A.P.F. @ 2:00 PM
1 Comments:
i apologise if i sound insensitive.
were you wearing a black/red and white dress with circling motif?
or do you look like george bush?
:)
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