sneAk AttAck

It has been month of weddings, this 9th month of the Gregorian calendar. So far, I've attended 3 weddings, in 2 weekends! I had to miss one, due to the clash in the date and time, though. Luckily for me, the third weekend of this September month was not booked prior, but the last weekend, yes, you guessed it, there was a another invite. Regretfully, I had to turned down the invitation, as I had classes in the mornings of the weekends. Bless my friend, may she be happily drunk on that night, with her good hubby staying sober to look out for her.

In turning one down, I got another (was this a punishment??) invitation to another wedding. This time, though, the big event has been scheduled next month. Mid of next month. The groom was a former coursemate during our undergraduate days. Which bring me and some of my buddies, to question his motives.

Yes, we did, unfortunately, questioned his sincerity in inviting us to his wedding. Sure, we all were coursemates, and yes, I was quite close with him, back then. Of course, closeness here points to fact that he was one of the guy friends that I had then who would actually talk to me. Yeah, I am that snobbish. Either that I just too intimidating to talk to, or perhaps, I am just to terrible in chinese for the guys, who are majority just too fluent in chinese, to actually have a decent conversation with me without incurring headaches while trying to do speed translation in their heads into english.

That said, upon graduation, we did not keep in touch. This guy and I. This guy and my bunch of buddies, too. No, we were and are still in the same country, our homeland. Yes, perhaps that we might not be in the same state, but I think by the virtue of being in our country, there is not problem to meet up, if we had wanted to. My buddies and I do meet up, occasionally, but yearly, yes, we do meet up, although we were not in the same states then. It is just this year that it got easier for us to arrange for a get-together as most of us are in the capital state. And the groom's has never left the capital state since he got back after obtaining his degree. Go figure.

So imagine our surprise and then the feeling of reservation when we all got invited to his wedding. It was like, what do they call it, a sneak attack, was it, when in war, you got attacked by the enemies when you least expect. I felt that, anyway. The term, we got bombed, really seemed appropriate here.

That said, we had decided, that poor guy must have been desperate in someway. The good naturedness of us buddies had taken the better of us, and upon long deliberation, had made up our minds, to show our support by ayeing to his invitation. After all, he might just fall short of having a spectacular wedding dinner, if we were not there. We are part of his past during his glorious undergraduate days of hair-ironing.

So, that's how we got into having an expensive gathering of sorts for us buddies, next month. Again, hopefully it would be the four ladies, at least, and this time, I hope, drinks away. Not much traveling needed. The headache will be finding a suitable dress and making up for that night. Sigh.