Three Weddings... and a Funeral?

I came back from the wedding in South Korea only to attend yet another wedding on the 12th; this time at the Arbutus Club in Vancouver. And this banquet party was huge in comparison. There must have been over a hundred and fifty people in attendance; family and friends all together to celebrate the union of Imelda and Sameer. Su was the maid of honour and was sitting nice and pretty at the head of the table with the newly weds. Su

They’d hired a team of photographers who took pictures and HD videos with Canon cameras. There was a guy editing videos on a MacBook Pro on the fly as well. The high quality video of the actual wedding ceremony in the morning was made into a well edited, full featured film for the banquet in the evening. Amazing...

After chowing down on a buffet of delicious morsels, followed by drinks at the open bar, it was dance time on the dance floor! The evening wrapped up with more drinks and a colourful piñata being beaten to death. Little children gathered around the bride and groom, who each took turns beating the shit out of it, blindfolded, waiting to pounce on it’s innards. However, it just wouldn’t die. Someone commented that the piñata should be made in China next time.

After several more blows to this docile creature did it finally spill out what the young children were waiting for... candies. Except that there were more than just candies: candy fruit favoured condoms as well. The kids were going nuts, but so were their parents, I’m sure. It’s all fun.


The third and final wedding was on the 18th for Jay and Morgan, affectionately hereby now known as Jaygan. This was held at Milner Gardens at beautiful Qualicum Beach on the island. As Jay was Norm’s best man when Norm and Lucy got married last year (also in September), it was only appropriate that Norm be Jay’s best man. It was supposed to rain this weekend but the sun came out instead, casting its ray of light on us all. Echo, Ieda and I stayed at the newly built Beach Club Resort with a balcony overlooking the boardwalk along the beach. Couples young and old walked hand in hand while dogs ran after their master on the beach at low-tide. At the end of the boardwalk was a small gazebo where another small wedding was being conducted.

In the evening, Tim and Kemila, Echo, Ieda and I decided to crash someone else’s wedding party by gyrating on the dance floor. Although we had kept to ourselves and was clearly having fun, we were asked to leave by a hotel staff informing us that this was a private party and not a public club. No one else seemed to mind, but whatever... we acquiesced.

Three weddings in as many weeks. Whew! Now that it’s all done and over with, I think it’s time for a funeral. Here’s hoping that it wouldn’t be mine.