i attended a friend's wedding today. upon his request, my wife and i took on the job of receptionists. this friend has previously told my sister that everytime he thinks of me, he becomes happy. which does not directly advance the intended storyline, but is a fact that is strange, and at the same time, slightly disturbing. in other words, a fact well-suited to inclusion on my blog.

i am blessed with numerous and varied talents. manning a reception table is not one of those talents, i have come to find out. especially not when i have my wife sitting next to me telling me to smile and look welcoming, telling a little boy waiting for his parents to pick him up after sunday school to ignore me when i tried to persuade him to sign the guest book, and glaring at me after i penned my own congratulations to the happy couple, wishing them a happy vesak day.

i also pointed out to several guests, very politely, that, in addition to the ang pow that they were giving the couple, it might be the well-mannered thing to do to give me a token of appreciation for letting them into the church. one guy actually took out his wallet and gave me ten bucks. my wife made me give it back. she takes all the fun out of life.

actually, come to think of it, i don't really have an intended storyline. the purpose of this entry was simply to relate a small, and now that i come to think of it, exceedingly mundane incident. but since i'm here, it went like this.

woman, with daughter in tow, comes up to table.

"would you like to sign the guestbook?"

my wife asks brightly. woman looks at her suspiciously. looks at me even more suspiciously. looks around frenetically.

"but we're the bride's friends."

she snaps in reply, and then stops, seething. in a rather expectant fashion.

"you can still sign the book."

i offer. woman glances around, then signs the guestbook. and stalks off.

mm. this has to be my worst blog entry ever. i swear it was more amusing when it happened. but i shall employ my quickness of mind to salvage the day by pretending that the true purpose of this post was to congratulate the newly-weds. naturally.

so, congratulations p, and congratulations g. we've all known this day was just a matter of time since we found out that g tolerates you reading books like 'the history of the toilet'. may the both of you have a blessed and joyous marriage.