So the bride (whom we don't know, but has a Facebook account) put the open event up on Facebook some weeks ago. To support the groom (whom we do know but is not on any social networking site), that got forwarded around and some said yes. We knew that they were already married a year ago and this was just a formality for the bride's family.
[We first met the groom almost 5 years ago in Bemidji as seniors and he, a freshman - since we parted, the guy has since transferred to University of Minnesota and finally finished his degree in environmental sciences not too long ago]
Us PJ-ites planned a carpool down to Klang, the question being who's driving. Since I already said that I don't want to drive down there, I sorta twisted uncle's arm (not literally) into it cos I'm tired of driving his fat ass around in these situations (haha).
The plan was to leave from his place at 5.30 p.m. (early, I know) to counter the tardiness of some of the party, which indeed happened. In the end (after a lot of ahem-ing and ahaw-ing), only four of us left PJ. On the drive down, I speculated that it would be akin to a Malay kenduri - a free seating buffet situation, which is exciting for me as I've never been to a Chinese wedding buffet before. I doubt that the bride's parents feel the same way.
In the end, Hai Thiam Lo was easier to find than we gave ourselves credit for (Uncle brought his GPS along; we got there a bit after 7 p.m.), but the parking lot was nearly full at that hour for some reason. The rest of us were also early (Apek and a couple of the other girls, minus his missus), so we kinda had first pick of the tables. Ended up at a table near the buffet but as there was some karaoke contest going on on the other side of the room partition (explains the full parking lot), the noise was a tad unbearable.
We were so early, they were still setting up the buffet spread. There was also a rojak and cendol station (which I didn't bother with cos I heard it wasn't that great). The sharks' fin soup was starchy thick, but bearable.
At least we had customised hard candy (not peanuts, thankfully - that is one cliche Chinese restaurant snack) and a Ferrero Rocher each while we waited.
The candy was pretty good - citrusy
I lost track of the time we spent waiting for the food, but it wasn't hard to miss people moving towards the buffet once the signal was given. For a table of people who didn't drink much alcohol (collectively, anyway), we sure acted like we were drunk out of our minds. We also humoured one of the little girls who was carrying the bride's train earlier as she kept coming around to yum seng with us as well as the other tables. The kid sure knows how to work a room, haha.
[We first met the groom almost 5 years ago in Bemidji as seniors and he, a freshman - since we parted, the guy has since transferred to University of Minnesota and finally finished his degree in environmental sciences not too long ago]
Us PJ-ites planned a carpool down to Klang, the question being who's driving. Since I already said that I don't want to drive down there, I sorta twisted uncle's arm (not literally) into it cos I'm tired of driving his fat ass around in these situations (haha).
The plan was to leave from his place at 5.30 p.m. (early, I know) to counter the tardiness of some of the party, which indeed happened. In the end (after a lot of ahem-ing and ahaw-ing), only four of us left PJ. On the drive down, I speculated that it would be akin to a Malay kenduri - a free seating buffet situation, which is exciting for me as I've never been to a Chinese wedding buffet before. I doubt that the bride's parents feel the same way.
In the end, Hai Thiam Lo was easier to find than we gave ourselves credit for (Uncle brought his GPS along; we got there a bit after 7 p.m.), but the parking lot was nearly full at that hour for some reason. The rest of us were also early (Apek and a couple of the other girls, minus his missus), so we kinda had first pick of the tables. Ended up at a table near the buffet but as there was some karaoke contest going on on the other side of the room partition (explains the full parking lot), the noise was a tad unbearable.
We were so early, they were still setting up the buffet spread. There was also a rojak and cendol station (which I didn't bother with cos I heard it wasn't that great). The sharks' fin soup was starchy thick, but bearable.
At least we had customised hard candy (not peanuts, thankfully - that is one cliche Chinese restaurant snack) and a Ferrero Rocher each while we waited.
The candy was pretty good - citrusy
Had to make bloody sure to tell the people pouring the wine like Ribena that I don't want anymore and to stop pouring :PI don't know about anyone else, but it's been awhile since I laughed like that.
And yes, we eventually did talk to the groom, in between his missus calling him away for photo ops. What to do lah, right? He's lucky he didn't have to do the full monty Chinese wedding dinner. Before we left, the bride's father dumped cans of cold Carlsbergs on us, asking us to take them home. Someone (guess who?) took mine before I could think about how to bring it home. Fortunately, I found a few clean plastic bags that the vultures didn't take when they took the leftoever food for us to carry the ice cold beer cans, rather than holding them barehanded or into our bags/clutches.
Got home around 11 something, which was expected since that uncle drove maniacally home, haha.
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