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So, where was I? Oh yeah, before I continue, I should mention that there were quite a number of females who attended the wedding. Most of them were in their mid to late twenties (if not older), and although I'm already over a quarter century, I still consider myself as one of the younger "kids" ("I don't wanna grow up..").
So I talked with this girl for a while. We chatted about this and that, and I found out some interesting aspects about her. How she knew the wedding party, where she lived, etc. I also just couldn't.. stop.. looking.. (damn). Maybe I'm attracted to those "really cute loner type" girls or something, but I digress.
Time passed, and I noticed (as I was looking through one of the windows behind her) that my dad was wandering around (probably looking for me). He looked around, saw me outside, and wandered back. I wonder what sort of news he brought back to the family? *wonders*
Anyway, she wanted to see if the wedding party arrived, so we went inside, found out that they hadn't arrived yet, grabbed some drinks, and talked some more. Actually, by then, our respective families had found us and started conversing, so we didn't talk for quite a while, not until the wedding party did arrive, when we headed back in.
I might as well talking about her and start talking about the wedding again (or reception as the case may be). Anyway, we were sitting at two different tables so that gave me a chance to look around and see what was going on. One of the more interesting aspects of this reception was the fact that each of the tables had a multiple choice question written on a piece of paper. This question was about an aspect of the bride or groom or both. If the table answers it correctly, the married couple haas to kiss, if the table answers it incorrectly, the married couple can choose a penalty of their choice to impose on that table. (In lieu of glass clinking or hoarse singing.)
We got a fairly easy question, so there wasn't much to talk about there. However, some tables weren't able to answer their questions, and penalties ranged from dancing the chicken dance to kissing your significant other for as long as the groom's parents kissed. (This of course was on the table of only married couples, and boy were their lips locked for a long, long time.) I think that was a pretty cool idea, and it did keep the glass clinking to a minimum (only once for the whole night!). The food was fairly good, although I would've preferred more, but it was free, so I shouldn't complain. (Now if it was a traditional Chinese wedding on the other hand..)
After the meal was a small break before the traditional first dance, I hooked up with the girl again and we decided to go outside to enjoy the night air. We found a picnic table and started doing some Origami which she started (and I had interuppted the first time I talked to her). I don't know about you, but folding a 3 cm by 3 cm sheet of coloured paper into a crane isn't easy! *looks at big hands* (Hey, you know what they say about guys with big hands.)
We continued making our little masterpieces for over an hour, despite being unable to make anything out of it. (Well, I couldn't at least.) The wedding photographer even came out to snap a few pictures of our foolish fumbling (for some unknown reason). We eventually headed back inside after I went through a pile of kleenex. (The ragweed wasn't as bad out there as I had first worried about.)
Inside, we ate some cake and watched the dancers pack the rather small dance floor (about twenty by twenty feet). We watched until the groom came up the her, took her by the hands and dragged her onto the dance floor. I was sort of chuckling at that until he came right back out, grabbed my hands, and dragged me onto the floor as well! Doh! The song was one of those clogish sort of dancing type songs and being in sandles, with a still swollen foot, I wasn't all to comfortable. In any case, standing still was probably as bad for me as was hopping around, so I decided to get some exercise out of it. After the song was over, we headed off the floor and sat down. I asked her if she was going to go back on again, but she didn't want to dance in those shoes. Then she mentioned that I was in much better shape in my sandals. *blink* What? She noticed my sandals? *looks down* Apparently she noticed them earlier. (Well, I guess other people had noticed by then, but she was the only one to mention it at all that night.) I see..
Well, I talked with her more afterward but after repeated attempts, I couldn't get her back on the floor. She urged me to go on and enjoy myself. *shrug* Oh well. So I went on the dance floor, after convincing a couple other girls to dance (they were waiting for "Bye Bye Bye" more about this later) and didn't see her much afterward since she left some time later.
Oh man, I really want to see her again. *thinks* Well, I might have a chance, but this is probably the last time I'll mention her here, so.. on to other stuff!
The two girls I was talking about before had requested their NSYNC song and used that as an excuse to not to dance. We still dragged them on (albiet kicking and screaming). They were.. lethargic. I asked them about their lack of enthusiasm, and the answer was basically that they would dance better with "Bye Bye Bye". Okay.
Their wishes were answered not long afterward. So I watched them try to perform their moves. Apparently, they were trying to copy the routine that the group had choreographed in the music video (where they hop three times). Oh boy.. uh.. I don't think I'll say anymore about this, but personally, I thought it was.. naw, no comment.
Anyway, eventually the reception ended, and we headed back to the places where we came from (after I grabbed a pair of the complementary chopsticks).
<- still fuming about not getting a teacup.
The drive back was.. disorienting. The way to the chalet was pretty well laid out as each group was given a map to the place and there were many signs that pointed towards the camp. Unfortunately, there were no signs leading out from the camp, and the map wasn't very helpful either. To top it off, it was pitch black outside, and there were no streetlights on these back country roads. Getting lost was a good possibility for us cityfolk.
Needless to say, we didn't (after some lucky guesses), and we made it back to the hotel where we crashed.
Tuesday, August 29, 2000 at 05:51:05 (UTC)
Hey, QYV, got your RSVP... I hope we have enough food for you at me and Sara's reception.
It's a Chinese reception with a *thinks* 10-course meal. Plus -- it'll be authentic chinese, not Bill Wong crap.
ps. nice move with the Origami. I see you're very selective with the girls you gather your courage up to talk to... more than I can say for annoying hit-on-anybody-in-a-skirt behaviour so common with the youth today *waves cane* hehehe
reg "bill wong" tang <e-mail>
Tuesday, August 29, 2000 at 14:21:22 (UTC)
I've always wondered why wearing white socks were bad with black pants and black shoes. *looks at selection of only white socks in dresser*
Oh, as a question for Reg, I was wondering if I could bring a guest along. (I'm not sure if I'll actually have a guest, but when's the absolute last moment I can tell you that I'm bringing a guest along?)
QYV
Wednesday, August 30, 2000 at 13:59:22 (UTC)
Hey now... Okay, so you can't really do much with the song 'Bye Bye Bye'. But isn't it all about just living it up and having a good time no matter how stupid you look? :)
A Fu
Wednesday, August 30, 2000 at 15:07:16 (UTC)
Doh! Hey! How the heck did you find this page? *puts hands on hips* I really should hide my stuff better! Gee. Anyway, I didn't say that I didn't enjoy it, it was fun (it was all fun). Although I must say that "Bye Bye Bye" thing was.. entertaining =)
QYV