The groom was in tears. No, actually he was bawling. (Hankies, don't fail him now). The bridesmaids were all falling apart, their make-up almost smeared. The bride's mother was weeping too. I thought I saw her shoulders heaving as she made her way to the altar.
Then finally, the bride, the star of the afternoon, emerged and initiated her march to rendezvous with destiny. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Her veil appeared to be like fine fishnets just drawn out of water.
(Maybe they were shown the bill of the festivities and ceremony a tad too soon.)
That was it. It caught on like bird-flu. That started the crying frenzy which pretty much involved everyone -- from the sponsors to the hataks that never knew the bride from Eve, but willingly tagged along for the free food.
I stood there watching the whole spectacle with an amused grin. But I wasn't sure of what I felt.
Medyo pusong mamon ba yung mga tao (bride, groom, immediate family and close friends excepted)? O may diperensiya ba ako at hindi ako maka-emote?
hmmmmmmm. Ah, ewan.
I love wearing suits though. Pa-minsan minsan naman, hindi ako mukhang dukha.
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akala ko daughter mo na yung kinasal!
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