A Diddy Party

The wedding was in April but it wasn’t until June that we were all finally able to sit down for dinner.

And by “all”, I meant the families of both the groom and the bride. The reunion that was supposed to have happened on the wedding day itself if not for geographical constraints.

“Wear white,” my sister advised months in advance. Apparently that was the colour scheme.

“It’s a Diddy Party then,” I replied, as I thought about which white dress to put in my luggage as if I have a lot of white dresses to begin with, which I don’t.

The venue was at Bohol Beach Club. Always a stunning location for any event — whether to celebrate a wedding or lament a divorce. Either way, you will be greeted with white sandy shore and sunshine on the staff’s faces as they greet you “Good morning, Ma’am! Good morning, Sir!”

The hospitality there is truly heartwarming.

Too bad Raven was sick on this day. For all her excitement to play in the pool, she was stuck on the couch the whole time nursing a fever and a bad mood while everyone else was drinking and eating and celebrating and eating and drinking again. An endless round of orders and a service that didn’t disappoint.

Nothing tasted as refreshing as a fresh buko juice on a sweltering afternoon that was under someone else’s tab!

My husband, bless his ADHD, may not have forgotten to pack his camera gear but he sure forgot to bring a white shirt! Thank God May-Ann had a spare new one that was probably supposed to be Dennis’ but not anymore.

Having a photographer in the family came in really handy. There we were in thongs or barefoot being arranged according to what Jeff reckoned would look best on camera. His dictatorial directorial skills kicking in as he shouted instructions as to who goes where and “OKAY, GUYS, GET READY!” as he’d run to his spot before the timer shutter clicked.

We must have posed a thousand times but nothing like the pressure the bride and groom must have felt as they were instructed to hug, kiss, or carry the other like it was for a soap opera or videoke visuals.

Everyone, except Raven, had a fun time.

*Raven at 9 years old

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