I’ve always felt wary about mentioning friends’ names in my blog lest I sound like a name-dropping social climber. So, I rarely mentioned anyone by name. If, at all. But I belong to a profession with a lot of famous (or infamous) personalities and I graduated from a law school with a lot of well-known (or much-hated) lawyers. Some of them are, in fact, my friends, classmates, batchmates… The daughter of one of these (not infamous and definitely not hated) friends got married over the weekend and we all trooped to Baguio City for a wedding so beautiful and so fun that we will remember it with smiles and giggles for the rest of our lives.
The wedding ceremony itself was beautiful. The bride’s parents marched to the altar ahead of her and the bride walked down the aisle by herself. And that was so poignant, really, because a woman should not be “given away”, literally nor figuratively, as custom dictates. It’s such a medieval custom, if anyone asks me, that a woman should be treated like something that ought to be passed on from the care and authority of the parents to that of the husband.
And I find it just as medieval to have the bride and groom repeat vows written by someone eons ago who could not have had any idea what and how the couple feels. It was so natural and refreshing that the bride and groom read the vows they personally wrote, and the words were so amusing and touching that Speedy got all teary-eyed as he listened.
The wedding reception was as memorable as the church ceremony. Held at the golf course of the Baguio Country Club, we spent most of the cocktail hours having our photos taken.
That’s Charlemagne (“Charlie”), Bernadette (“Dit”), Ada, me, Katrina (“Kat”, mother of the bride), Fina and Speedy. I’ll leave it up to you to put a surname to each one.
Dit noticed how Speedy and I got photobombed by the bride and groom in the photo above. Look hard; they’re there.
And there’s Fina, me, Speedy, Tim (whom we used to call Lloyd Samartino back in school, and who is responsible for all the photos except this one which was taken by his wife, Dit) and Charlie.
A full shot of the canopy under which dinner was served.
Thank you, Tim, for the photos I filched from Dit’s Facebook account (hehehe) — see how so un-Tito Sotto I am by giving credit where it is rightfully due.