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Weddings and Poker

I have been pissed off with my mom because she RSVP’ed my entire family for the wedding dinner of my female cousin last night at a very swank hotel. I hate attending events like this because

1) I don’t like being the poor relative
2) I don’t like paying big bucks for a dinner
3) With her marriage, I am the last 20something in my family left on the shelf.

The wedding was very classy. The food however left much to be desired. The groom’s caucasian australian family didn’t know what to make of the 10 course chinese banquet. The bride’s chinese family felt the food wasn’t quite what they expected a SGD1200/table to offer. For some reason, most of my aunts turned up wearing their nyonya kebaya’s last night - a sight I have not seen for the longest time.

To irritate me further, my rich arsehole KL uncle was seated next to me. He said to me “Let me tell you about how you can start a new business in Singapore” which actually translates into “Let me boast to you about how I made my latest million. It will be totally unachievable by you because you don’t carry the weight I have, but just listen to me boast, ok?”

In order to endure the dinner, which stretched until almost midnight (more caucasian culture clashing with good old chinese common sense) I hit the wine bottle hard. The wine was horrible, but the food was even worse.

I am very happy for my cousin and I think her husband is a swell guy. But this wedding dinner thing is horribly old-fashioned and costs a fucking bomb. My cousin is rich, but her husband isnt. Maybe a simpler dinner would have been better.

Luckily, SD called just as we were leaving the hotel carpark and asked if the gang could come over and play poker. So I told them to come round midnight. When they arrived, I invited my landlord to join in and we played poker for 5 hours straight until 5am. SD came out on top and bankrupted everybody else.

In the morning, SD, mandrake and I went for a terribly unhealthy breakfast and then they left for their office to do some work while I came home and blogged all this down for posterity.

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Did they yum seng? I hate the yum sengs.

There are many poorer than you folks out there.

It must suck to have “wedding pressure” on top of all the things to deal with in daily life. Now that I see it on people around me, I am so glad there is no such pressure on me. Stuff like “when are you going to married” are either meant as a joke or are a saying from my 85 year old grandma. Hm..not that this will make you feel much better, solly.

FF > groom’s parents were open-mouthed in shock, when we started yelling YAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

darren > who cares about other folks?

aneki > yes, you know exactly how I feel then… sigh. My grandma is 82!

hah. when you get married i wonder if another cousin of yours will talk about the wedding like you did hers.

that said… luckily i’ve not attended any weddings of friends lately. when that happens, i’ll feel the bio-clock syndrome kicking in. not sure if i like that idea.

when I get married, the dinner will include fish and chips, seafood platter and german beer.

Ooh, the Four Seasons! Yes, your wedding dinner sounds fun. Will I be invited?