warning: this post is not for the halfhearted

 

my friends and i flew to manila for glenn and muning’s wedding. she informed me that i will be included on the “bachelorette” list for the much coveted “bridal bouquet”. they say that whoever gets it, will be next in line. usually, the bride would throw the bouquet over her shoulder, to be caught by single women. 

 

today, it was strategically “staged” so that everybody would participate and make it a little more dignified, rather than having to tear your dress to get it.

anyhow, weng’s got an exciting twist to it. the bouquet was attached to strands of gold ribbons, and you have to choose which ones you are going to hold on to. however, one ribbon would be attached to the bouquet, and whoever gets it, has to suffer a number of consequence! really. scenarios of exiting the venue run through my head. alas, my name was called. we formed a semi-circle around the bride and my good friend stood beside me and our conversation goes:

gigi: “trish, akin na lang yang ribbon mo..”

i looked and visually traced where her ribbon goes, and according to my calculation, hers would have the bouquet.

me: “ayoko nga!!”

lo and behold!