Lizzie as a Mummy: The Groom's Reception

Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Groom's Reception

Finally the groom's reception.

The whole family gathered early in the morning to start decorating the hall and rehearsals. Well, except for dear hubby because he was tasked to bring Aiden for his weekely gymboree class. So, the anak dara gang (eh, can I still be part of the anak dara gang?) was tasked to cucuk bunga around the stage. And I am proud to say, despite my inability to be creative, with my limited capabilities of drawing stick men and my achievement of scoring straight D's during art classes in school - it turned out pretty well!!!

Pretty eh? (Angkat bakul masuk lift)

The pelamin (dias).

The decorations around the dias.

I wonder why we never got to light up the candles!

Fast forward a few hours later, and it was already time to get ready. After make-up and hair at my aunt's house, I rushed back home to get ready. Thank god dear hubby and Aiden were already dressed so we rushed out of the house. After a pit stop at the kedai mamak depan rumah to photocopy the guest list and seating arrangements, hubby pressed the fuel pedal all the way to Dewan Merak Kayahgan Felda while I acted all fidgety and worried because of the time. Why all the rush, you ask? Because we were actually the designated receptionists and were responsible for the welcome table plus informing guests of their table numbers!

By the time we got there, there were already at least two couples looking for their table numbers. Hubby jumped straight into the manual paper table list while I turned on the laptop (we were doing the receptionist role the digital IT way!). Unfortunately, only one of the laptops had the final guest list in it, so it was another task trying to look for a thumb drive to transfer the file over. Also, the paper guest list was still flying around because no one had remembered to bring thumb tacks to tack it on the wall. So, can you imagine how chaotic it was at the start of that night?

Thankfully, it got better after that. A few funny moments:

1) An uncle I had not met for such a long time came up to the reception table, said hello to me (with my name, okay!) and asked for his table number. And for the life of me, I could not remember his name. And I was too embarrassed to ask. So what did I do? I went through the spreadsheet for the longest time to buy time, claimed that I could not find it, and finally asked hubby to look for his name. Hubby then asked my uncle for his name and the uncle obviously told him, so erm, not so obvious right???

2) My cousin's reception was held on the same date as Zizan's wedding. Zizan is a celebrity and of course his guest list was a mile long and naturally some would fail to check the card properly and instead of going to Dewan Perdana Felda, they headed to Dewan Merak Kayangan Felda where my cousin's wedding was held. I had earlier encountered long long "arguments" with a few guests who claimed that they're name wasn't in the list only tell me dengan penuh confident-nya afterwards "Oh, I am Zizan's friend" or "I am part of Zizan's family!!!" Very draining - I tell you! So, near to the start of the reception, I saw a couple walking hurriedly towards the entrance with a huge humongous present. The usherers accepted the present and they then walked up to me. I recognised the man as a celebrity - his name is Korie, he acts in dramas and is also the dance choreographer for Akademi Fantasia (come on, fess up - we ALL have watched Akademi Fantasia at at least one point in our lives, so stop denying!). So the minute he said his name, I answered "I think you're at the wrong wedding." Oh so point blank. Sorry, Korie! Kesian, the usherers had to take his huge humongous present and pass it back to him while he walked dejectly out of the hall.

3) And this one simply takes the cake. Sultanah Nora who was supposed to be the guest of honour at my cousin's wedding, went to Zizan's wedding instead! The whole police entourage brought her to Dewan Perdana Felda, and she had actually walked to the high table before noticing that her cutlery wasn't royal yellow. And worse still when another aunt of mine accompanying the Sultanah saw Farid Kamil among the guests seated and whispered loudly "I think we're at the wrong wedding". Okay fine, she spoke in Malay and in Kelantanese but I don't know how to type Kelantanese!!!