The Wedding March

The bride looked resplendent in her bare-back, peachy-gold gown, and the groom dashing in his well-cut, double-breasted suit. Fair lady with charming gentleman, they are rightly tonight's golden couple.

The 5* ballroom was decked out with flower-stands of white lilies and pink roses, with tealight candles adorning the sides, and the stage transformed into fairyland with backdrop streamers of white silk and bulb-vines. Throughout the night, red wine flowed and a live jazz band played as wedding fare was served. Two eloquent and quick-witted emcees entertained as the couple 'yam-seng(ed)' and made their rounds, taking pictures and exchanging handshakes & hugs with families, friends and colleagues. It was a romantic night of wedded bliss. I hereby wish them 'forever bathed in love's river' (trust me, this sounds better in chinese).

For me, I think I'd pass this kinda formal ballroom dinner, 5*, 6* or 7*. I'd like to hold my reception somewhere near the sea, and better still, on it if possible. A 2D1N cruise to nowhere would be ideal. And my guests can come in their favorite bikinis. We can count the stars together on the deck after all the yam-sengs too. And if anyone had a drink too many, the puke-bin is simply right overboard, immediately happily recycled by our ocean friends. How environmental-friendly! But of course, if my future hubby is allergic to the waves, then I guess we'd have to return to land. But maybe then, I can still negotiate/beg/threaten a BBQ wedding by the beach, under big white tentage, with roast pits by the sides, buffet-style... And we can still count stars together after yam-sengs!

I guess I must be in la-la land now... utter dream-talk. But big projects need way advanced preparation eh. Unless of course, you are like my good JC buddy who has already decided to forego all these and simply.... elope. =)