On May 11, 2014, before celebrating Mother’s day (May 12th) with Mama and the rest of my family, I was invited by my dearest best friend Luigi to his wedding.
The matrimonial celebration was simple but MEANINGFUL. There weren’t any flashy stuff or drama — just pure fun amongst family, friends, and well-wishers. Amidst the fuss to take photos with the newly wed couple, I was able to grab my moment with my Bhezy-groom and his pretty wifey:
From Immaculate Concepcion Parish Church, from where the wedding ceremony was officiated, everyone proceeded to Aristrocrat, Malate, Manila. Being the post-wedding reception venue, that was where all the planned and UNEXPECTED happened.
Indeed, the UNEXPECTED.
Well, as far as the wedding coordinator and the family of the couple are concerned, I would say everything went smoothly and accordingly. Things seemed to be perfectly executed. As expected, one of the “highlights” of any wedding celebration is the throwing of bouquet over a bunch of expecting single ladies.
Okay, maybe not really “expecting”.
Anyway, I was among the gals who participated in the I’ll-throw-the-bouquet-and-whoever-catches-it-marries-next. And believe it or don’t, I fully submitted to its rules. Oh dear, for the love of my best friend! So there: we gathered behind Riza, the bride. Then, we held our hands up as she threw the bouquet of white flowers that she held then. Since we had an epic-fail of throwing-and-catching twice in a row, we had to make it good during the third attempt.
And guess who caught the bouquet…
DARN. I did! And seriously, having done so still bothers me even up to now… *palpitations* (Now, you know why I had to capitalize “UNEXPECTED”.)
According to superstitions told by older folks, anyone who catches the bouquet and the garter, during the wedding celebration, will marry next. Upon remembering this, I’ve gone literally frantic that time and texted my mom about it. Only to find out that Mama considers what happened, which seemed to be an urgent thing that time, as a laughing matter. Thank you, Ma. So encouraging!
But then you know, eventually, I realized that all these fuss are nothing but superstitious beliefs. It still depends upon me when I am ready to “tie the knot” — if I would be ready to do it at all! So instead of letting such wedding myth control me, I made the most out of it.
But in all fairness, I kinda look good in my white bouquet show-off.
What do you think? ;)