Saturday, October 27, 2012

Wedding dinner at the Grand Dorsett Subang

Attended the only friend-wedding so far this year at the Grand Dorsett Subang over the weekend - my primary school classmate, whom I've not seen since the last wedding we attended, when he brought his then-girlfriend, now-wife along. Invitees were notified MONTHS ago, so really - there was no getting out of it :P

I only knew that it was down the road from SJMC, so I didn't really need directions getting there. In retrospect, I probably should've Googled directions getting home instead (long story, but you could guess what happened). Took a lucky guess when I parked right outside the grand ballroom instead of down the road or something. 

Between the bad weather and plain procrastination, I only got there around 7 something, when the cocktails are still being served out in the foyer. Boozers will appreciate that there was plenty of wine (red and white) and beer to go around. I personally only had a glass of red halfway through the meal as I knew I wasn't about to get intoxicated with all the protein being served at that point, and I was having a hard time getting attention from the waitstaff. Oh, woe is me. 

There were six of us (primary school classmates) who turned up. Had the entire table to ourselves with a decent view of the stage and the projection screen - at least we didn't get relegated to a table at the back of the room. Also did an okay job with the food even though we weren't a full table (there were some leftovers). One of the intentions of a function like this is to catch up, but the sound system in the ballroom was so "great" (note the slight sarcasm here) that it was hard to hear each other over the music. At least they had a band playing and there was no bad karaoke anywhere (which the groom had vowed never to have). In the effort to cover up the non-Michelle Obama arms, I had inadvertently protected myself against the room's air-conditioning. Yay me.

The meal itself was pretty halal and very PC (read: no shark's fin soup, but appreciated the herb-y braised chicken soup in its stead, what with the weather and all).

This amused us a little bit...


The first two lines read like something you would see on a bubble tea drink; and lawyers were probably involved in the last three lines. Either people have complained, lawsuits were threatened, or they were seriously covering their hiney. Finished the contents (chocolate) over four hours later and I'm still alive. One uncle from another table asked if he could have the extra boxes of chocolate (that were minding their own business) for the children. Making the trip once was fine, but THREE times even after he pilfered them? Amateur hour lah, that uncle.

Miraculously, we also finished early at around 10.30 p.m. - our table decided to skip greeting the parents on the way out :P

In case anyone cared, parking was RM6 (self-validated). I don't know why the uncle before me was busy stamping several parking tickets three times - twice on one side - other than he probably has OCD tendencies.

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