I was fortunate enough to be invited to a Chinese wedding about a month back. It was interesting, to say the least.
Not only was good old rice tossing replaced with colorful foam spraying, it was performed as an act of war between the bridesmaids and groomsmen. There were a lot of rockets going off, minor fireworks and in the end the four bridesmaids protecting the bride (me included) were coughing so hard from the smoke attack that we had to surrender and let the groom in to take away his bride.
As the day went on the lovely bride changed into her traditional Chinese dress (which I unfortunately didn’t get a good shot of due to stupid rain) and went around to houses in the groom’s neighborhood to light incense and other things as part of a buddhist ritual. She looked stunning in it indeed, but seemed quite stressed really. Unfortunately at that point I had to leave, so I actually missed out on the best part – the dinner. Though I was relieved to finally be able to jump into a shower and wash all the sticky glitter and confetti off me, I was slightly bummed out. Hai ah.
And again, here I am, all hungry >.<