Trip Start Jun 04, 2011
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We turned up there for more beers and, as it turned out this was the actual wedding.
Now it's really starting to look like somone's about to tie the knot.
This photo's to demonstrate that Neil got right up the front to get a decent picture... but will we ever see it? Neil will be lucky to have any idea which hard drive it's on next month.
This was James' expression most of the time he had the tux on...
James and Ivy had to pour tea for Ivy's parents and for James' mother.
It should have been both James' parents of course but James' father had to cancel the trip at the last moment as his broken foot was still too much of a problem. In Australia you might be able to get away with hobbling around on crutches but in Penang you'd never be able to get across the road and weaving your way around all the open drains and various other ditches and uncovered holes could be a problem. There was even an article in the local paper about some politician who'd recently fallen into some unguarded and unmarked hole... in a hospital of all places!
How cool's this eh? During the actual ceremony you get to wander around in barefeet sucking on a tinnie? Now that's what I call a civilised wedding.
Anyway,next part of the process was for everyone present to sit down in
front of James and Ivy and they, J & I, would pour a cup of tea. In
exchange the tea recipients would hand over a special envelope with
money. This seems to be the substitute for what in the west would be a
wedding present. Much better than a wedding list at Myers in my opinion. .
There were a few group photos of course. James with brothers in law, mother and father in law. Oh, I don't think I've tagged Ivy's mother yet. She's front left in red.
It wasn't long before we got back to our usual seats.
Everyone looking very casual.
Nice eh? Quick ceremony and within a couple of minutes James is in his shorts ready to head off to the pub with his guests from Australia.
After the actual wedding James and Ivy did a blockie. Probably quite important to the validity of the wedding. Understandably so as it's as much a declaration to the neighbourhood as anything else. Living in Australia and getting married in your old home in Malaysia is obviously quite a new phenomenon. Perhaps the only way to modernise it all would be through some Facebook button. Or perhaps that's the actual purpose of the Facebook relationship status?
One refreshing thing about the wedding Chinese style is that it's so much fun and quite informal. The worst thing about a western wedding are the marriage celebrants, be they lay or clergy. They're generally so stuck-up and there's no room for laughing.
For those wondering what suburbia in Malaysia looks like... this particular suburb was pretty impressive. This is the house on the other side of the road... and this was not atypical.
And the street looks pretty good too. No wonder David thought he could walk home at midnight.
Ivy had to check out the reception venue to make sure the preparations were going according to schedule. That's a lot of tables...
Next we all headed off to my beer shed again.
Somehow the only photo I ended up with is this one of Marek. But James and Ivy were there too.
We got stuck into the beers and Ivy ordered us a bit of everything from around the shed. Some of stayed here almost right up until reception time.
And here comes the reason why I've been putting off composing this particular blog entry.
Even though I only had a couple of minutes to get changed before heading off to the reception, the next thing I remember was waking up on the bed with the phone ringing and someone wondering where I was. Countless missed calls as it turns out. Luckily I didn't sleep through the whole thing. I can only blame those that left the hotel without me... and my general sickness since the second day in Singapore.
Highlights of the reception:
The vegetarians being really impressed with the fake chicken served up. Yeah, it turned out to be real. Either that or duck posing as chicken.
James gave a really cool speech.
This bloke was wondering around with a bottle of cognac and skulling with anyone that would... join him, in retrospect that wasn't a highlight...
And Jackie sang a couple of songs. Unfortunately none in Chinese so she missed her chance to really, really wow the local audience.
I think we were the last to leave again.
The ultimate wedding attire.
Hey, I'm in a photo! I was wondering where all the good photos came from... luckily someone grabbed my camera and snapped a few when I wasn't looking.
Tiph and Alex
Tiph and TG... with Moira pretending not to look on in the background.
Hey, what's going on here?
Ah, looks like Tim's decided Andrew needs some advice...
I think Duncan really should take up Esperanto... he could fit right in.
Next stop the Dao nightclub again. It was a Friday this time so quite busy.
I don't remember that much. I've got a feeling I kept on falling asleep over my beer. Pretty generic loud music so I doubt I missed much.
But I obviously got the wrong lift back as I missed David telling the waiter that drove him back to tell his boss (the same annoying Indian from a few days earlier) that he's an arsehole. (Apparently he deserved it.)