Pollyana Cowgirl

The Wedding

Who would have thought that I would be attending a true-blue Indonesian wedding less than a month after my arrival?

Circa 1990, when big bouffant hair, curtained gowns with lace and ribbons were in vogue and make-up was supposed to recreate a masquerade atmosphere. Sparkles and diamonds dripping off the ears and limbs of women who looked absolutely thrilled at their moment of Cinderella-esque fantasy-come-true. Eeks.

Nothing short of pomp and pagentry, an Indonesian wedding is a rehearsed gala event. Family members stride like Marilyn Monroes and James Deans down the red carpet when their names are announced by the host... I guess it is like a Singaporean wedding but the only difference is that it reeks of old-school-glam. Not a very bad thing actually since weddings have now evolved to become a "show" of romance and love. A harbinger of great things to come must be when the bride waltzed with her father on the red carpet before she was given away to the groom-in-waiting. Another waltz before they proceeded to cut the cake with a sword! The groom was in fact wearing white gloves... pray tell, WHY?

I think I should stop being a critic. What would my own wedding be like?

I will stop waxing lyrical about weddings right now.
The love-life of this blogger does not warrant any form of dreams and fantasies.

Did I mention that I want a stand-up wedding meal of wine and canapes? Chocolate fondue and sushi? Greek salad with loads of cheese? Vietnames rolls and Thai nibbles? With a four piece string quartet? Guests will actually have to dance and laughter will fill the air. A blessed event with family and friends.

And the gown.. it will be...

Nah... I am not a die-hard romantic.
Whatever will be will be.
Miss Cowgirl will continue to gallop into the sunset in search for the meaning of life, maybe not love.

posted by Poot @ 3:34 PM