Wedding Disaster!

What do you say to a woman who says to you “I don’t love him”?  Lots of things I guess, but what if you were still celebrating her wedding that day?  Not much comes to mind.

 

This is a story a friend told me the other day while she sipped another wine having just got over the wedding the night before.  She and her partner had been invited to the reception of two friends one of whom they knew quite well, well as can be expected. 

 

I guess my friend must have realized there something wrong because she told me a guest at the wedding toasted the bride and groom in the most unusual manner.  The toast was more a threat along the lines of you do anything to make life miserable for the bride and you will rot in hell.  I believe most of the guests at this point started to see the whole thing as a joke or the very least not going to last.  Divorce papers were being discussed before the bridal waltz was played.

 

It is said that the bride was a bit worse for wear and during most of the speeches she had her head down ‘resting’ no doubt from the enthusiasm of being a new bride.  Well at least at this wedding there was more alcohol flowing I am told than the recent Beer Festival my husband attended in Tsing Toa.  He tells me he didn’t see any beer there.  Well apparently there was no beer from other countries and that’s what it was being called ‘The Tsing Toa International Beer Festival’.  Perhaps that’s because the beer got drunk at the wedding where my friend was?

 

A few of the wedding guests hung back because it was clear the bride and groom had nowhere to go so the stragglers offered to take them on to a bar in the bar district. It’s at this place the bride whispered across the table to my friend “I don’t love him”.  Those that hung back witnessed the bride lash out at a late arriving guest who she accused of trying to have it off with her new husband.  I’m confused she didn’t love him so why would she care?

 

I don’t know one can only feel confusion, especially as my wedding day was the happiest day of my life.  I didn’t drink I didn’t need to I was so high on life that day I came across as drunk.  Well at least one of my friends accused me of this months later.  It was too bloody hot to drink and the beer would have been warm more than I can say about Tsing Toa where there was none.  I guess I’ve never experienced anything in Australia where there wasn’t a beer around.  I do miss my Ice beer, Coopers Ale and the odd VB at the London in Balmain.

 

I’m glad I married someone I love and occasionally have a Tsing Toa with or a San Miguel. 

PS I wrote this letter from Hong Kong about five years ago – and the friend I mention is me! – I was the person that experienced this whole wedding – it’s funny now but at the time! oh boy, oh boy what a disaster.