One of the highlights was the five-day carnival, of course, otherwise known as Bean's wedding. No, it did not give me a honking headache, that's a completely different story. It did mean I had to quit flying though :)
How do you answer when someone asks whether your friends are beautiful? As in hot, gorgeous, 10/10? I think they are all damn hilariously cute, but it's impossible for me to assign a grade. But on the day I saw Bean Kok ~snigger~ getting out of the car in front of the church, and the night I walked Bean Kok down to the Four Seasons ballroom, I wanted to wave a big fat placard with the grade '1 FRIGGIN' MILLION/10!!' That didn't happen, with uh, obvious and regrettable reasons.
Watching one of your best mates get married is out of this world. You can't stop smiling, you can't help crying, and you just really want her to Have A Good One. We wanted that so much that we decided to do away with the customary speech (we love you, have lots of babies, hiak hiak) that we would've been GOOD at (I'm so not kidding) in favour of a... song. Yes. A song. You can all stop blinking now. Yes, it was atrociously bad, yes, everyone was completely out of tune, yes, we shocked ALL her other friends AND relatives. But... I think we also succeeded in giving her a Good One, as evidenced below.
Her wedding photog captured this which he says is in response to our song. Right. I can't think of a face-saving way to end this post, so I shall veer off course to shout out to Weiwei: Come back soon, you fellow crybaby!
