So next came the reception. Which would have been fine. Only, we were moved to the groom’s table at the platform. Awkward. I was like:
Only, there was no open bar. In fact, there was no bar. At all. So I was all:
My parents were just like:
Obviously, no help. At least there was food. But since this was a traditional Chinese wedding, the bride changed her dress. It’s supposed to happen three times - this girl did it five. And we had to introduce ourselves as the groom’s family. Fun times. By the end of the night, I was like:
Needless to say, I will most likely be eloping. The end.