Weddingbee

After the Thai Water Ceremony, Mr. Penguin and I quickly changed back into our Western wedding garb and made our entrance. This is something that we all forgot to practice at the rehearsal, and since our good friend served as our DJ, and didn’t typically do weddings, this was something we probably should have worked out beforehand! Our flower girl kicked it off by running into the reception…

Then we reeled her back in and introduced everyone else.

Annnddd…she came back in, one more time! Then, she asked if she could be introduced AGAIN. She loved the attention! Our flowergirl had the time of her life at the wedding. Her parents had to drag her off the dance floor around 9 PM to take her home. We thought she’d be tuckered out from the day’s events but she was so upset to be leaving before the party was over. Tired parents, cutting into her party time, psh!

And we enter!

“I’m so surprised to see you all! Even though I JUST saw you at the Water Ceremony! I’m just gonna keep my mouth agape as much as possible!”

What happened to our bouquets? No idea. But that left my hands free for some major high five-ing.

WAH…..

PSHHHHHHHHHHH!

Ahh, Mr. Peng. Your ability to tolerate my ridiculousness is priceless.

We had our first dance right after our entrance. We felt like our reception was so short, and we wanted to get all of the formalities out of the way immediately so we could get down to partying. Mr. Penguin didn’t like the idea of us dancing the first dance right at the beginning of the reception, as we’d have to dance the whole way through the song and not be able to ask people to join us.

I said, “Really? You can’t dance three minutes with your new wife, alone?”
“No,” He said. “It’s gonna be totally embarrassing.”
“You don’t love me.” I said. “And I can’t even divorce you and take all your money because you are riddled with school debt. Phooey.”
“You just watch, it’s gonna be mortifying.” He replied.

So I got my way, and we danced.

My friends can vouch for this — I always look this googly-eyed when I look at Mr. Pengy!

Oh, Mr. Peng, I rove you rong time!

And we smooched…

About 1.5 minutes into the song, I realized that, just as Mr. Peng had so accurately predicted, we were both horrifyingly embarrassed to be swaying up there alone. We had our DJ fade the music out after about two minutes. Whew! Mr. Penguin and I are not the PDA type, and if you aren’t either, you might want to consider how agonizing it is to have over a hundred people staring at you for over three minutes…it’s pretty nerve wracking! In hindsight, a good set of dance lessons, coupled by some timed dips and twirls most definitely could’ve made the time pass with more ease (and provided some great photo ops, too!). Unfortunately, we did no such thing, and the 8th grade sway only bought us a little over a minute before we could take it no longer!

Prophecy fulfilled. Get us off of this dance floor, STAT.

We immediately proceeded to cut the cake. I think this caught a lot of our guests by surprise, but at the same time, they were all able to witness it (well, I suppose those that were sitting far from the cake table probably could not see well) because they were all already seated, and dinner was starting to be served. We did this so that the rest of the reception could go fairly interruption-free.

Eew! You used your fingers, heathen!

Apparently, the cake was so good I had to look to the heavens. Thank you God for providing us with this super schweet cake.

Little Boy Birdie was so tired of standing up there on the cake that he fell over and tumbled down the back of the cake. We tried to prop him up but he kept trying to escape! He just wanted to get off that cake and start the partying, we think. Just like Mr. Peng! And at this point, me too!

Relive the day of the Penguins…
1. Morning, Sunshine! | 2. Ready, Men? | 3. Formalities | 4. We’re Hitched! | 5. Thai Time | 6. Detailing

All photos by Sarah K. Chen Photography

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