5 glasses

'Twas a cold dark Sunday night, and all noise was blaring from the restaurant speakers. She was surrounded by hundreds of talking, eating, sulking specimens; related by blood and marriage, but separated by a sea of utter boredom and disdain for the mediocre-at-best food and inability to be truly at ease with people she's hardly ever had a decent conversation with before.

And so she drowned her sorrows in alcohol.

Five glasses to be exact. Half filled glasses, wine, NOT sparkling juice. Five glasses may not be much to most, but different people have different alcohol tolerance yes.. coughcough. But I swear I didn't get drunk. Much. Got into a happy mood, so all was well.

This wedding was a waste of my weekend. The tea ceremony started late because the bride's younger sister went really long on the whole 'chut moon' tradition. Haggle for money from the groom's side enough la; make them drink soy sauce mixture with god knows what enough la, but when your relatives are sitting there for two hours, and the huge candle is burning half way already and you know you have to get the tea ceremony done before it's finished burning, you don't have to really bother hiding the bride's shoes just so you can ask for money.

From the start, it was clear that everything was horribly planned. From the late sending off of the bride to the bride's sisters having arguments regarding the seating arrangements at the dinner, it only drew looks from my mom and the aunts. I can only yawn, and wish that someone would SMS me so I'd have something to do, and take a gulp from the wine glass. Ahh.. the warming up of the wine as it slides down the throat.