Orders some wasabe marinated fried prawns...
It had been awhile since I got that rare magical feeling. Last evening I attended the wedding of Gary and Elaine, atop Fort Canning Hill at The Legends.
Sure. Gerard and I were anticipating the cheesy moments: "Final Countdown" being played as the waitresses walk in holding up trays. (It turned out, the couple seized this cheesy moment and made the best of it: they played some song about Smurfs marching in while the waitresses did their hackneyed thing).
Sure. There was wine and food, I might add LOTS of wine and pretty good food.
Sure. There were the "best friends" and "best" men who ensured that Gary, the groom, did a forfeit at practically every table he visited for photgraphs. At our table, he had to eat fishballs. Apparently he has a terrible phobia of them. His facial expressions were classic Kodak moments I tell you.
But what took me was the warmth the celebrations. The long-time friends who did the slideshow of how the star lovebirds first met and grew up, the JC classmates of the bride who stuck it out with her through thick and thin, and the joy the couple displayed (not to mention the sympathising affection the bride showed her groom for all his forfeits).
In this age of the instant generation, fast food, high-speed LAN connections, faster fast cars, we tend to gravitate to quick solutions to problems that crop up don't you think? If weddings are on the rocks, its mostly accompanied by a divorce.
Where has that capacity to weather hardships, endurance, patience gone to in the summer of technology and fast-paced change? Is our strength to face hardships head-on in its winter years?
To the newly-weds, my blessings. To the rest of us, all the best.
Uncle T
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