never too late

Yesterday, I got a call from an old friend. This old friend will soon be taking the vow of married life, to be forever tied to someone, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. Or not. God knows, and that's not the point of this blog.

Well, he called me to personally invite me to his wedding, this Saturday. This coming Saturday. Just about another 2 days away. A little too late on his part to send out the invite, I felt, if I had not known about and had not been invited to it. Confused? Let me clarify.

This chap, well, I blogged about him and his wedding invites before. His invites were literally bombs to all of us, particularly to the circle of my friends. It was out of the blue, no news, no updates, no emails, no chatting, no nudging, no meet ups, nothing throughout the years after we left our undergrad days. Then, voila! The very next call that you received from him, was an invitation to his wedding!

Then, he had personally called up my friends to invite them. That was probably a couple weeks ago, my memory fails me and my laziness controls me. He did not call me, though. Just merely sent me a text message to let me know he was getting married this coming Saturday, and that he would provide more details via email. It was but mass texting, so I don't consider it as personal invite. His email never came around, that time.

Awhile after that, I heard, through a friend, he was looking for my email to send out his e-wedding invite. So, my friend shared the address, and then I got my "more details" updates. Of course, by then, I've already done my share of digging and had roughly had updated myself. It's difficult sending an rsvp to any occasion without knowing a little bit more details other than the date and purpose.

The good of my friends and myself had already decided to attend, together, at that point. Knowing that quick response will definitely benefit the organizer, we even had our ayes mailed out soonest to him. I had thought that would be the last I heard about this and the next thing to do was not to forget and present ourselves there.

So imagine my surprised when he called me yesterday to personally extend his sincere invitation to his wedding. I, in my midst of deep thinking to produce unintelligent rambling to torture my lecturer, was caught off-guarded. I have to admit, it really did not occur to me that he would call, not now, since he had already gotten his reply.

I couldn't guessed who he was without having him telling me. Maybe that is what happens when you call out of the blue using a different number. He sounded the same to me, still his silly self, still having his scooby-doo type of laugh, still talkative for a guy. He made the effort to chat with me. We spoke quite a while, I think perhaps more than half an hour. It was like before, but just slightly more courteous, but not too courteous. After talking for a decent amount time, we bade goodbbyes.

Funnily, he texted me again, after we talked. He wanted to apologize for not calling earlier. In his mind, he had thought that he didn't need to personally me, in the first place, as he mistakenly associated me with my Him, his friend, too. I am not too sure what awoken him to this realization, but I'm glad he called. It's a little unfair, to invite me, sans personally inviting me. He said, I was his personal friend. It's a weird term to use, but I get what he means. Thank you. Never too late, I guess. Never understood, though, why didn't he say it over the phone.