Weekend Wedding Hijack

Weekend past was hijacked by an Indian wedding. Without fail, there is an Indian wedding every year to attend. We are not close to the families involved, we know both the bride and the groom, a young couple possibly just 24 years old. I didn't attend any of the pre wedding parties the weekend before because Parv (Dm's bff was in town) plus it was in the evening and temperatures dropped to 1 deg. Who has the mood to dress up and go out?

Saturday: Temple wedding. The crappiest weather ever to marry in, wet and wild outside. I didn't bother taking photos of my suit, I didn't care for it much, a brown beige suit and I only had grey socks to wear because everything was in the wash. Didn't stay long, came back home and nested.

Sunday evening: Dinner reception. It has to be said that it is quite criminal to hold dinner receptions on Sunday night. Catering wise it is cheaper, but it is hell on guests. See I like spending my Sundays pottering around in my pyjamas or soaking in the bath or just playing with Rohan. But alas the whole afternoon was spent preparing to go out to a dinner. Which meant me having my make up on by 3pm. (Saves time I tell you!) Packing the baby bag, preparing the next day's packed lunches, ironing work clothes, forward planning on how to make the next morning less painful.

And then while charging my camera batter I discovered my little man is growing up. He realises that cameras takes picture and was smiling at the camera when I took pictures of the both of us!
See, my make up already done, just put on lippie before going! And of course the frock!

Then Daddy had a turn with him and he beamed when we said 'Smile'. he's picking up things really quickly.

So we arrived at the venue on time for once..hahah, and bumped into a friend Dm knew ages ago in Singapore. Sharon is a lovely lady despite her very high pitched voice and tendency to be a gossip. She is genuine though, unfortunately, Dm's cousins make fun of her voice and her very thick singlish accent. She may have been here for 18 years, but she is Singaporean to the core.

Then the only picture I could manage to take inside the hall and of the bridal party! When you have a little on, taking photos is the last thing on your mind because you have to entertain him, pick up the bottle he just dropped, apologise to the lady next to him for his shouting in her ear/pinching her spoon/dropping crumbs on her bag and also give evil eye to husband to stop drinking, its Sunday night there's work tomorrow, while also trying to have a conversation with the person next to you. And this is all at any one moment. Also I guess I wasn't really into this wedding at all.

Although I was in bed by 12midnight, I was exhausted the next day at work. I don't think I really woke up on Monday.

Oh and I must say I am sad about Holland not winning the world cup. I have gone off squid for a while now.