02:41: so my sister's wedding is over, they've left for roxas and boracay, and my life is back to normal. sort of.
the wedding went fairly well. at the hotel, we had to sneak around for the crew to take pictures because management wouldn't allow it. i must say, service at oakwood sucked. it really did. somerset, though small and quaint, was loads better. victor from franck provost was delighted to cut my hair. he decided to keep it down for the wedding. i got curls and half of it was up, i think. i dunno, i didn't really get to see it. i think it looked good, though. at any rate, i love my hair now. the make-up was subtle. nice.
they made some modifications so that i marched ahead, before my mom and the two younger boys to escort her, and the two older boys marched ahead of kathryn, not beside her. my sister did a recording for the bridal march. beautiful and surprising. most of knew that she could sing, but we've never heard her like that. very nice! during the actual bridal march, i couldn't look at kathryn. i knew that if i did, i wouldn't be able to stop from crying.
some cute moments from the kids. when the cord and veil was placed on the couple, tasha made her voice a little louder to be heard by the other kids over the lector. just as she did, there was silence and all of us up at front heard the most clear and adorable voice saying, "i think they're gonna kiss!" heeheeheehee.... when the rings and arrhae were to be blessed, david kept fidgeting. poor kid! apparently, he'd been needing to pee real bad.
will didn't have a ride, so i sent the driver to him, except that he never got my message to call the driver. he got there in time for the reception, just as the camera crew was ready to film the bride and groom going up to the hall. hahahaha... poor bloke. my family and all who saw him were curious, naturally. some simply assumed that he was my boyfriend. again... poor bloke.
the food... oh, the food. we started with a salad with shitake mushroom, scallop, and two servings of goose liver on the side. mmm... foie gras, je t'aime. then a lobster bisque. yum. some dalandan sorbet to clear the palette before the steak. yummy black angus with the best and creamiest garlic mashed potatoes i have ever had. dessert was a mango pie with mantecado ice cream. then, of course, there was the cake and the chocolate fountain fondue. heaven. absolute heaven. it was dark belgian chocolate. sadly, we were so full, we coudln't make the most of it. but, oh, will and i just kept coming back. such is the power of chocolate.
i was so nervous throughout dinner because of the damned speech i had to give. i wrote the speech only the day before and polished it just that morning. when i got there, i decided not to read it at all. i winged it, sort of. i dropped the idea of holding up the index cards because my hands were shaking like mad and i didn't want everyone to see. i missed a few points i wanted to bring up. but i also missed, a subconcious and intentional mistake perhaps, the part which i knew would make me cry. the only thing i read out loud was the actual toast and beginning, because i actually had a vision of myself going on auto pilot and saying "thank you for contacting ******, you're through to krys," instead of "thank you all for coming, for those of you who don't know me, my name is krys..."
i got a response from the crowd, which was surprising because they didn't seem to respond at all to anything else that had been said earlier that night. maybe they were just hungry. on my way back to the table, a man, i don't know who, congratulated me for a great speech. i hear a couple of other people liked it as well.
i heard that the night before the wedding, wev was crying. he really is an emotional guy, that one. i remember he cried the christmas we were at church before toonic's wedding, too. he again cried as my sister and ferdi had their fist dance. the biggest surprise for me, though, was toonic. he was crying, really crying, when they showed kathryn's half of the video that they had prepared. of course, that set me off. you can't expect me to not cry after seeing that much emotion from my usually stoic brother. whoever ivented waterproof mascara is brilliant.
when it was time to "throw the bouquet" they began calling out the names of the single girls. i knew that they had been planning to rig the thing so that i would get the little cake that had an engagement ring in it. true, i wanted the ring (precioussssss!), but i knew that it meant more to someone than it did to me. i wanted d to have the ring. they modified the toss. there were four roses and four girls. they said that anyone who didn't catch a rose would get the cake. d made an attempt at a catch, but didn't get a rose. but the organisers insisted that the rose on the floor was meant for her and that we read the little messages on each of the roses. mine had the congratulatory one. i got the cake and the ring.
for the the garter toss, they were actually calling out will's name. poor guy was like, "why do they keep saying 'william'? i hope that's not me...." i had to go and tell them to lay off him. khali got the garter. i think i'll give him the ring. (but it's mine! my own! my precioussss.)
anyhow, i'm happy. the wedding was good, the company was good, and i finally got all the stuff that i've been craving for since the holidays. foie gras, steak, pritchon and lechon (from the wilson dinner the next day), asti and chocolate. oh, joy.
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