Despite the fact that I had a live 3-piece-band and a reception room with a scenic view of the outside - I have to admit that my sister’s own wedding reception was in many ways, so much more interesting.
Sure, there were some minor fumblings; missing guest book, wrong song, shortage of time to change, confusion with table allocations and not to mention the few high-spirited flower girls who refused to just stay still and look pretty. But the event ran smoothly because the staffs handling the lunch reception were first-class, from the liaison executive who patiently accommodated our every wishes, the several floor supervisors who were always within my sight and all the rest of the crew on duty that day.
Then there was the difference with the drinks.
Or rather, mine had none while she had 3 kinds – the frothy, the reds and the home-brewed.
The latter proved the most popular and it was only because being held in a hotel, we had better self-restrained and there were no cases of anyone stumbling out or passing out midway. But then again, there was an emergency room doctor present who can turn any flat surface into exam tables if need to.
Yes, this was definitely a more interesting wedding reception and one week after, we are still reminiscing about it.
