It’s close to a month now since my last post. I was kind of pre-occupied with a couple of things recently Juggling work, friends, family and setting time for myself was a bit tiring but at the end, all is well.
But there is one thing I am eager to share: My friend tied the knot; she was the first in the group to get wed. At first, I thought she was very young to settle. I thought it was something she isn’t ready to face. I don’t even know the man. But then, I had faith that there is a plan behind this.
It was whimsical to see somebody special take the aisle and my knees were shaking. I saw the bridesmaids (our good bunch of friends) wiping their tears very gently to avoid the make-up disaster. You know girls.
She was utterly beautiful in her long white dress — a dress I myself sketched. And her bridesmaids were dainty damsels in their royal blue dresses. The guys were in their barongs and the groom, who shall be better half of my dear friend, is at the farther side of the aisle, waiting.
I was at the back, a silent spectator.
Speaking of the wedding, it was also the first time I attended a white-veil occasion (spare the one and only chance I was ring-bearer so long ago). Aside from that, my good friend-bride picked me to help make the wedding run smooth (like a wedding planner/organiser). We were three, which is good so we would share the tasks.
The wedding entourage, reception, details — I didn’t know what to do really. All I knew was I had to do this little favour for a good friend. But thank God, all went well (amid the tiny little glitches I’d rather not speak about anymore).
Her brothers were emotional. There were eight of them. She was the bunso and the only girl. It was not like the teleseryes — the parents were watching still as their children swear their marital oaths in front of the people and of God.
It was fun to see her brusko brothers, all dressed in plaid (too cute) — trying to compose themselves and avoiding the tears.
The reception — a few things learned. It was refreshing to witness wedding traditions from Nabua, CamSur (groom’s hometown) practised at the wedding. Although the same were not part of the plan and the programme, we were accommodating enough to make it happen anyhow, respect to the parents, that is.
They have this tagay, wherein the newly-weds roam around the tables to meet the attendees. Those who will make a toast could drop their gifts (cash) in the bowl.
And while the couple ‘danced’ the pantomina, people pinned cash on their clothes.
Later on, the husband ceremonially turned over the amount collected to his wife — perhaps, that means the wife will manage their family’s finances.
The wedding was also a mini reunion for the barkada. It was quick but we enjoyed every bit of it. We did what we always liked to do — capturing candid shots. It was also a unique experience to come to Nabua. It was my first time to land foot on the place, least come to CamSur.
It was 9pm dark. It was a fully loaded bus. The air was cold and the trip lasted for an hour and a half.
The place was a bit laid back, far away from the highway and the road was not concrete.
But the people were warm. We got to meet the groom’s men, too. They seemed nice —hopefully they make a good support group for the couple who will start a family.
Likewise, I hope that we, being their barkada, will be bricks to help build a stable home.