A wedding happened sometime this weekend. Common decency states that this blog should be updated because… well, the occasion calls for it, really. And if there’s anything that is certainly true about this blog—and our collective lives in general—it’s that events like these should be kept for posterity not only for keeping our sanities intact, but as a simple way to celebrate the little things we have accrued over the years. God, I feel like I’m cribbing a line from a Mastercard ad with the last line…
Anyhoo, please be reminded that, contrary to earlier posts, I’ll be keeping this post as short as humanly possible. You can only hold real life at bay for so long, after all. So, without further ado, here are some randomly itemized “notes” yours truly have gathered over the course of one day. Let’s get it on!
- A wedding is cause for celebrating arrested development.
Admit it: you don’t like to be told you’re old, so you just keep on accumulating on your birthdays until someone remembers them. But here’s the rub: pretending to be someone who is five years younger than you really are is TOTALLY a thing now. And never has this notion been given more credence than this wedding, whether anyone cares to admit it or not.
See, nostalgia has this habit of reminding us of who we were ten years ago. And just like clockwork, some of us really committed those roles real freakin’ hard. The usual “gender” roles resurfaced. Old jokes get repeated ad nauseam. If anything, the occasion served as a perfect antidote for the relentless grind of jobs and responsibilities we had to yet again go through the following day. We really did turn back into snotty teens for a day… and it was glorious.
- A laugh is still a laugh… even if it was slightly contrived by flash photography.
Great art is often born by accident. The same thing can be said with the development of a stupid running joke. The official photographers at the event, CDG—and god knows that these guys do mean well—coerced us for some merriment by making us laugh right on their cue. It’s a ridiculous conceit, but it’s still a well-worn one in this country; however, that still doesn’t mask the fact that, with only a couple of hours of sleep hiding behind our glinting eyes, we’re not the less crabby for being woken up at dawn.
But then, we got used to the idea of laughing in a forced and unnatural way that it eventually DID lead to real hoots. Yes, we get the idea behind it: if you want to look spontaneous, then better do it for real. However, there seems to be something deeper the Universe may be hinting at: are we that devoid of real laughter that we dare stoop on faking laughs as a means of showing everyone else that we’re having a grand jolly time? Is this a way for both parties to mask some hidden pain by throwing out fly-trapping smiles? Or are we simply just insane? Yes, these are pointless questions, but where does one get to wax “philosophical” these days?
- Be happy for the random people you meet… no matter what the reason is.
This generation is a rough one, and that’s the one thing that today’s Baby Boomers still can’t accept.
Ideally, the husband and wife have clearly delineated roles to fulfill in a marriage. But that notion just doesn’t work in today’s economy; your kids will starve (and—let’s be honest—not get their toys) if either one parent stays at home to focus on the “family” part of a marriage. Barely anyone lives like that anymore. That’s not even mentioning the ruthless competition over who gets to be the most “secure” in their life right now. Property and resources are so meager today that we might as well be living in a postapocalytpic world right now—only we do not realize it just yet.
But then, events like a wedding remind us why it’s exhausting trying to be cynical all the time. Despite the horrifying process of ascertaining logistics, the wedding still went as smoothly as possible for everyone involved. It’s glamorous, but not stiffly formal. It’s bound by millennia of religious tradition, but it’s got enough irreverence to slaughter a dozen sacred cows along the way. Many got drunk, but no one went too overboard with their drama. Relatively speaking, it’s just perfect.
But despite it, there are just some things which impressive production values can’t replicate in any wedding; seeing the manly groom’s eyes well up with tears as his partner-for-life approaches the altar; the eager anticipation as to how long into the ceremony the couple will finally pucker up for the kiss; knowing that fellow strangers at a table are just as glad as you that they’ve finally decided to tie the knot. I could go on and freakin’ on, but you essentially get the idea.
It’s moments like these where we’re sure to take to the grave when we die. Yes, everyone involved in the event is tired and wanting for sleep—even I myself have to drag my bloated carcass out of bed just to write the initial draft for this piece, despite doing so a full two days after the wedding—but the whole flurry of activities was totally worth it.
Again, this is a rough generation for anyone who’s living in it. Which makes little moments like spending four hours in a wedding a significant milestone not only for the bride and groom, but for anyone lucky enough to have taken part in the celebration.
I cannot think of any more parting statements to end this piece, so I’ll just rather say out the most obvious one: congratulations, Doods and Jeah. We may not be saying it all the time, but all of us (read: everyone who is reading this right now) are really happy for you.
As for the rest of yous? Well, kita-kits sa sunod nga kasal.