I tell my friends who are about to get married that they should prepare for whatever happens and simply just enjoy the day...because after all, the day will still end. I added that the success of the wedding, no matter what possible glitches that could occur, depends on how the couple sees it...yes, I'm Ms. Perspective now.
Our wedding was not perfect (although I did dream of having one), but it was beautiful...and hilarious....and crazy. It was sooo us.
All the possible things that could possibly go wrong, well....went wrong.
Let's start with the venue. Initially, we wanted San Augustin Church and Patio Victoria in Intramuros for a more intimate celebration. Besides, they're very accessible to many of my friends and classmates here in Manila. Everything was settled (dates, payment, coordinators), but lo and behold (!) my mother, the mother of all parties and such, wanted the celebration in Batangas. Period.
We couldn't get our payments back from San Augustin and Patio Victoria anymore of course. Friends insisted that we continue with Intramuros because it was our wedding anyway; I was tempted, but we didn't. It wasn't just our wedding. It was a celebration of the union of two families, our families, and we simply couldn't celebrate if our families would not be there. It was my roommate's idea, btw; I was #TeamIntramuros.
But we decided to move the celebration to Batangas.
So yeah, you could say we made a HUGE donation to the church then. Lord, please remember I was generous once. :)
Aisle ba kamo?
|Our aisle - 88.6 m long!|
But, he did get me a loooong aisle - 291 ft (88.6 m) long. It was long. I don't know how long, basta I know it was long. Basilica of St. Martin de Tours in Taal, Batangas is the largest church in the Philippines AND in Asia. Burgis!
The long-ness (to emphasise that it was indeed long; I know it's "length") excited me, and I couldn't wait to walk down it. The church coordinators invited me to have a rehearsal so I could feel how long it would take me to walk down it.
But, no, nope, I ain't gonna ruin that perfect exact moment of my wedding day of walking down the aisle the first and only time with our bridal song.
Speaking of our bridal song
We have chosen "Panunumpa" by Fr. Jboy Gonzalez, SJ, as our bridal song. It was simple and truly spoke of our love story. Taal Basilica coordinators were pretty strict on their wedding regulations and wanted to impose that only their choir could play and sing in the wedding. However, I had my own wedding singer whose voice was just perfect for my song. So, after much pleading and begging and attempted suicide in front of them, they finally agreed - just one song. No more no less.
Come wedding day, I was impatiently waiting outside the church door for my cue to walk when a vendor offered me candles. I nearly hit him with my bouquet because hello!! I was wearing a wedding gown, did he seriously think I needed candles then?
"Uhm, sorry kuya medyo ikakasal po kasi ako ngayon," was all I could say, and then I was cued to enter the church.
As I was walking, my mind was just focused on two things: the oh-me-god-super-long aisle and my wedding song sung by wedding singer. It was just perfect until my wedding coordinator asked me to stop because one of our ninongs and ninangs had just arrived, and they had to walk first. So I waited until they finished (it was really a long aisle), but when I was cued back to walk, the singer was also finished with the song - with just one song we were allowed to! Aaaagghhh!!
Yes, I walked down the aisle without any bridal song. Tissue please.
People, meet Monsignor M - the priest who hates me
Okay, it was a little of an exaggeration, he didn't hate me. He couldn't hate me. Priest aren't suppose to hate people, but this priest probably did. We were looking forward to his homily as he is known to give lovely ones especially during weddings...but not on my wedding!
We wanted a solemn simple wedding where everything could simply just go as planned. But, no! Not that day. Father didn't look serious at all. He was smiley and giving funny side comments once in a while. Father, nakadrugs ba tayo ngayon? Saya natin, ah. I remember his homily very clearly.
He said to my groom, "Look at her face. Look at her. You think she's an angel? She's not! There's a devil inside of her!" He laughed. People laughed. I laughed.
I was thinking he's just a funny priest (who was on drugs that day), and he would give me my moment of returning the joke, but he didn't! He said the joke twice.
"Look at her! She's no angel!" He laughed. People laughed. My groom was uneasy. I was like, "Father, yung totoo. Anong problema mo sa kin?"
Stop the wedding, my commentator was missing!
For a good few seconds, there was a little commotion on who's gonna be my commentator. I did have my commentator; I had asked him few days before I went on leave. As I searched the sea of people (I didn't recognise many since they're my Mom's guests), I realised my commentator wasn't there. In fact, my friends from Assumption weren't there at all. I was panicking, but thank heavens the church coordinators volunteered.
But where were they?
They were lost. My Assumption friends were lost. My Grammar family and my commentator got lost. They came right after the ceremony and were just there during the photo op.
Speaking of photo op
|My Ninong Ronnie Lazaro almost stole|
my spotlight in mah wedding!
We were wondering, too, why not many guests would ask for pictures with us, and then we saw that they took the opportunity to have pictures with one of our ninongs, Ronnie Lazaro. He's a local actor and director and a good friend of ours. Uhm, guys, kami po yung kinasal here!
I could literally count our guest with my fingers
What happened last January 2013 was not my wedding. It was my mommy's event. She's so happy that I was getting married that she seemed to have invited all of the residents in Batangas city! I had literally less than 20 guests of my own, yet the whole garden in the reception was filled with people.
My roommate nearly fainted when he saw that the Assumptionistas were standing and didn't have any tables at all. We reserved tables for them, but they were already occupied by "the others". Good thing the hotel manager was able to give us more tables for free, and everyone got to enjoy the food. There were tons of food. In fact, a waiter approached us and asked if he could give Ronnie some chicken to which he did.
Our cake took a bow
We had two cakes in our wedding: one was provided by the caterer and the other was especially made and beautifully designed so that guests would know who we are as a couple. It was a big brown luggage with stickers of the places we have been to (we love to travel). The toppers included a brown-eyed groom giving the bride with pony-tail a piggy back ride. She was holding a teddy bear (Hendree, our prized bear) and wearing a red converse sneakers. It was chocolate cake. It was lovely, and I was truly in-love with it.
|Me and my friends from Manila |
figuring out how to get home
During the reception ceremony, we were about to feast on the cake when (kapit, guys!) our helper lifted the gifts from the table creating an imbalance; thus, toppling the cake, my beautiful cake that had been to so many journeys, over. Destroyed. Inedible. Ruined.
She tried to explain, but sssshhh just leave before this hungry bride became a bridezilla.
After the celebration, it was time for us and the guests to go home. It was a long day, and it was still a long drive to Batangas City. Also, we needed to make sure that our USTe friends and two of my AC friends (a total of 9 plus lots of bags!) had a ride to the bus stop, and we informed our friends with cars and our families about it. After several minutes, we were looking for the Montero, the green car, the red car, the black car, the jeep, the Adventure - anything at all that could bring us home, but the parking lot was empty!
Except for the Owner type jeep.
|9 people fit in this crazy owner type jeep - |
yup including the newly weds
It was real.
So that's our ride home?
How could we all fit in?
Who's gonna drive us?
Yes, it was our ride home.
Yes, we all fit in.
Yes, my roommate, the groom, whom the celebration was for, was the driver. And no, he didn't have a valid driver's license then. It got lost.
Guess who didn't have a change of clothes?
After assessing the situation, we decided we would be okay. We would squeeze ourselves in the vehicle with the bags and some of the gifts. Okay lang yan, parang MRT lang! My roommate would just make sure that he would avoid any traffic violations, but we prepared our excuses just in case.
Since it could take us an hour to get to the bus station in the city, we decided to at least have some decent clothes, but when we checked our bags, guess what? (kapit ulit, guys!) Our families brought our clothes home except for my backpack with my laptop.
So, yes, I carried my backpack around with me.
And yes, we drove to the city with our bridal gown and Barong Tagalog on.
And yes, my roommate still drove the vehicle.
We did fit it.
And we got hungry
I wasn't able to eat much at the reception. The food was delicious, but we were so busy talking to people and being restrained from running amok from the ruined bridal march, the crazy priest, the destroyed cake, and the lost cars that we had forgotten to eat.
We all did forget to eat. And we all got hungry. I had three very close friends with me who should never get hungry, or it would be the death of all. So we decided to look for a McDonald's drive thru. We prepared our orders and our money (roommate and I would be "libre" since his bags were already in Batangas), and when we reached McDonald's...(hingang malalim!) there was no drive thru. The store was under renovation.
We all sat in the car (not allowed to move a muscle because it was sooo sikip!) in disbelief.
|Ordering Siomai at SM Hypermarket|
We were all hungry. We all needed to eat.
We thought maybe we could all go to my roommate's house and just eat there. However, wouldn't it be awkward if the groom brought home 6 girls and 2 boys on the first night?
Yeah, it was awkward. And we're hungry.
Imagine our relief and our extreme joy when we saw SM Hypermarket where there were Hen Lin and Pao Tsin and Shawarma and Buko Juice.
We were sooo happy, we all went down and ordered food. We forgot we were still on our wedding gown.
There was a moment of embarrassment because people were staring at us already, and I was not wearing my heels anymore, but I was hungry so I didn't care.
One customer said, "Ay JS Prom na pala."
Yes, friends, on my wedding day, someone thought we were still in High School.
And yes, the siomai satiated me.
After we drove my friends to the Bus Station, we went home to pay respect to his family and to get decent clothes. We went back to the hotel (using the Adventure, this time) for some time for us.
|God is a funny bored God during our wedding|
And it was fun! Crazy and fun! We had a good laugh afterwards. It was indeed very, very fun.
I realise now, that many things had gone wrong, but at the end of the day, it was still about me, my roommate, and our God (who was probably laughing out loud in Heavens as He was watching over us).ü