In the immediate past of my first Malaysian wedding, my memories are very positive, cheerful and looking forward for more to come. I should say a few things about my friend -the bride- who invited me to her most important day. At the end of it all, our friendship had transformed into a platonic one in which many things were confided in me. The most amusing/unable-to-empathy situation was when she mentioned that being couple for more than 5 years is long enough. That time she was slightly infuriated with the guy not asking her dad permission to get married. Then one Friday in February, I get a call from her asking where I am, then saying she has to give me her wedding invitation. Case closed; he had popped the question and it was settled. I, for one was very happy as to how it all turned out in the end. A win-win situation, which is perfect for all those concerned.
I asked in advance about the dress code for a wedding, knowing well that baju Melayu is a norm. Having said that, I had to consider not outdoing my +1 (MB of course). In that case, baju was out of the equation. Taking into account ‘expertise’ opinion we settled for long sleeved shirts and trousers. At first, I had a feeling of being under dressed for a wedding, but it soon disappeared after entering the hall. In Sri Lanka, most people wear coat and tie for weddings. Men wear two-piece or three-piece suits, even tuxedos. Some guys were wearing jeans, canvass shoes, and something similar to bathroom slippers. It got me thinking, what the hell is that?? Seriously, I was appalled by how some people who just can’t take the time to look ‘smart.’ It’s not too much to ask now is it?? As usual, the women were much better in their attire than the men; a common phenomena that didn’t surprise me. What would surprise me is if a woman doesn’t look smarter when compared with a man.
Upon entering the hall, the idea was to spot a familiar face (obviously someone from UIA) and plant ourselves there. As it happened, we couldn’t find a single familiar face, but it was somewhat expected. Suddenly, a girl waves at MB (well, I’m not remotely surprised) and we made a beeline to that table and sat down. I should mention that her friend was quite cute, but a tad older inferring from the introduction. On a whole, the ladies’ were in their best, thus no regrets.
Everyone comes to a wedding to wish the couple and secondly it’s the food. The food was very exquisite, especially the daging rendang. When the covers came off, I was a bit sceptical if the portions on the table would be sufficient for all. But as it turned out, there were two people missing in our table. Oh well, too bad for them and more for me!! MB and I went for seconds without the slightest hesitation, and was responsible for eating most of the food served. In tandem, we are ecstatic of our accomplishment. Even after the wedding, I had the taste of daging rendang lingering in my mouth. Absolutely amazing!!
The present I gave was a set of bed covers referred to me by Ms. Angel. I was at my wits end about an ideal present because back home emak would have it all done. I just had to carry it to the wedding. I must say women have seriously good taste when buying things as presents. Here are some of the one-liners we thought of writing along side the present:
Consummate me!!
Warning! The sheets are not stain resistant.
Let’s get it on....baby!!
Please mind the sheets, and many more.
Credit should go to Ms. Model and also to my creative cognitive faculties that never let me down in matters of kinkiness. It’s so much easier how ladies’ can make men decide what they want to buy. Ms. Model solved my deodorant issue, while Ms. Model gave her opinion on the face wash. So, ladies’ thanks a million. Life at that point in time became so much easier and uncomplicated. Wish I could take a lady with me whenever I go shopping?!!? That would just cut my time spent in half, seriously.
p.s- I’m eagerly looking forward to when all the ‘other’ women are going to tie the knot. I hate to say it, but if I’m not invited there’s nothing left to do except crash you wedding. I repeat, it’s not a joke!!! One girl did exactly that for this one.