Another Wedding

Last night, I went to the wedding banquet of a childhood friend of mine. I hadn't heard from him for several years and so I was surprised to hear a couple months ago that he was getting married.

Some observations from the banquet:

1. I don't like packaged weddings. OK. Let me make that more specific. I don't like Chinese packaged weddings. It's just too much of a production. From the MC's predictable script, to the food, to the tiresome singles games; it's just too fake.
2. I liked the glamor shot video that was presented during the banquet but it's too bad the company that produced it advertised at the expense of the bride and groom by displaying their logo throughout the ENTIRE video. I mean I'd rather have some grainy videos compiled by one of our friends of me and my wife rather than have some Steven Spielberg-esque video produced by some company who needs to use my video as a calling card for business.
3. The reluctance to participate in wedding singles games gets stronger as I get older. When I was 16-21, participating in them was pretty harmless. Now in my mid 20's, I just feel REALLY embarrassed to be doing this kind of stuff. I suppose it's because I'm at that "marrying age". Fortunately the groomsman agreed to my wishes to not being a part of the games. But still, I buried my head in my hands hoping he would not call me to the stage.
   
4. Make sure everyone likes the food at a wedding. To be honest, that seems to be the number one thing guests talk about the most. And make sure that your non-adventurous eaters get something that's acceptable for their appetite.
   
5. Going to weddings with your parents is not that fun. Bring a date. Even if it's someone off the streets.
   

And of course I say all this things because by the time I get married, money will be no object to me, and I'll be able to afford a bagillion dollar wedding. But it's nice to dream isn't it?

The highlight of the evening was catching my mom and father dance which they NEVER do. I have to say my dad is as goofy-looking on the dance floor as he is in real life (think Eugene Levy from the American Pie movies). Not that I'm a great dancer but if my dad passed any genes down to me, rhythm wasn't one of them. (Just kidding dad).