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Have you ever experienced an incident at a wedding where all seems to be going well, until WHAM! the worst happens, and you start to feel as if the thread on which not only your wedding, but your whole marriage hangs, has just broken?
But in the nick of time, it manages to magically repair itself. All’s well that goes wrong, then comes back to being well again. That’s what I call a wedding “mishap”. A example of this happened on the day of my wedding. You see, my wife and I got married at a marina, and the ceremonial part was held on the jetty, overlooking the sea towards Indonesia. It was really cool, but we were lucky to do it at all, because it thundered and poured and nearly flooded during the days leading up to our knot-tying event, and having it in the outdoors really stressed us up.
Unable to move the clouds about, we turned towards old folks’ tales, and one in particular required us to tie little red chillies all around with the idea that it would scare the rain away! And tie chillies we did, as soon as we got to our wedding venue. Once the chillies were in place, we retired to our room to get ready for the evening, and that was exactly when the skies—probably insulted by our scheme—opened up and drenched the world as we knew it. It didn’t work! Should we postpone the wedding? Or bring everything inside the small restaurant outside to our chosen location? Call off the whole thing? In the end, we didn’t need to worry at all because the rain didn’t last more than twenty little minutes! It was then followed by fabulous weather that stayed with us until long after our honeymoon. All that was bad ended good for us.
Something else of the liquid sort, although not rain, happened to Paul, a Canadian of 60, who married Mauritius-born Linda six years ago. Yes, yes, he got married at 54.
Their wedding, as he says, was mercifully small – one photographer, 15 guests (one of whom arrived late and literally saved the event all by herself – read on to find out how), and the couple themselves. Apart from being generally helpful with preparing the bouquet and corsage on the eve of their union, Paul’s sole duty for the wedding was to select a bottle of champagne from his soon-to-be bride’s storeroom to be served at the reception. In Linda’s liquor cabinet, he found a dark green bottle of pink Dom Pérignon – a gift, Linda recalled, from… well, she didn’t remember exactly when.
En route to taking their vows, they left the pink Dom with the maître d’ to chill, and an hour later the waiter cracked it open for the guests to celebrate the couple’s newly-legalised union. It bubbled and fizzed but to call it a pink champagne was a real stretch, as Paul recalls, because it was more like a topaz brown. They were mortified. How does one go about telling wedding guests not to drink the champagne?
“I bravely took a sip alongside my bride while photos were being snapped”, says Paul. “It was ab-so-lutely dreadful!”Paul and Linda… and the pink brown champagne
Linda, to her merit, took it all in stride as only freshly-wedded wives know how, but the shade of Paul’s embarrassment was even deeper than the rust-coloured champagne. Was it a bad omen of dread and sour times for years to come? Exactly how much time passed before anybody moved, no one could tell, but then their friend Sylvia showed up, toting not one, but two bottles of pink Veuve Clicquot, freshly bought from Changi Airport’s duty-free shop. Bless her! A few gulps later, all was forgotten, and Paul and Linda are still happily together.
The question now is, what happened to the rest of what was in the liquor cabinet? I bet they won’t trust any of that old stuff for any special occasion ever again!
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