Wedding stories
My sister Ching Chua got married to John Valdezco last 2003.10.18. A couple of stories:
Monsignor Nico presided at the wedding. He started the homily with the lyrics from a song from Fiddler on the Roof, then told us a little bit about Ching and John, and then... ummm... switched over to talking about my dad and the adventures he and my dad had in Sagada. I had to make sure I was at the right wedding. ;)
Reception was funny, too. Speeches, right? Parents of the groom, parents of the bride, yadayada.
(roughly paraphrased:)
"We promised Ching that no matter where she was, if she was in trouble, we'd find her. Floods, storms, whatever - we'd always be there. John, now that you've married Ching..."
(At this point we half-expected them to end with "... if you hurt her, we will track you down and kill you.")
"... you are now under our family's protection."
(Great. Now we're like the Mafia.)
Other things that happened, hmm. Ah, yes, the bouquet thing. I didn't get up - my excuse was "I don't have a PhD yet!" - but Kathy was a sport. Ching's friends also joined after much prodding.
Mom thought it might be a good thing to do the traditional bouquet-throwing a little differently. Thrown bouquets usually end up on the floor, and there's just something wrong about that. So Ching asked all the single girls to close their eyes while she walked around and decided who she wanted to set up.
An indignant and extremely familiar yell made it very clear that Kathy felt betrayed as she felt the bouquet being passed into her hands. Betrayed! By our own sister! She was a good sport about it, though.
The garter went to John's boss. (paraphrased) "So, John, you two are going on your honeymoon, right? You might as well take an extended leave, because when you get back, you won't have a job!" But he was also a good sport.
So Kathy gamely removed one of her sandals (very glad she'd had a pedicure) and allowed the guy to slip the garter up to somewhere below her knee. Lots of people in the room were urging the guy to raise it higher. What we didn't expect, however, was that our _dad_ would be loudest among those shouting "Higher! Higher!"
Kathy threw the bouquet at him.
And still my dad kept going "Higher! Higher!"
She threatened to throw her shoe.
It was a pretty fun wedding.
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