Wedding Ninang 3

I guess I'm getting on in years. Today was my third wedding ninang experience. Yesterday, I prepared my getup, makeup, bag, present, sandals, and the IDs I would need to get a registered parcel from the post office.

Then this a.m., as I was looking at the makeup I had prepared, I noticed a missing lipstick (given by the mom of a former tutee) and a brush for blush on, given by a former teacher of mine who migrated to the US. Darn. I thought everything would flow smoothly and then this. After some attempts by two household helps to locate the missing items, they were found in a Sensodyne giveaway pouch where they had been put when a niece got married in September. A good 7 months ago. No wonder no one could remember.

the clock ticked. I had asked a girl who had come here twice previously to do my hair to come by 8. She works in Profiles in Katipunan. Name is Fe. It was 8:05, no sign of her. Tried calling the salon although I knew it wouldn't yet be open. 8:10, I tried to call Fe on her cell, I got a taped voice that said the phone was unattended. 8:15, 8:30, still no sign of her. I began to apply makeup (I really don't know how) and asked the maid to blow dry my hair. 8:45 the doorbell rang. I told the maid to tell Fe never mind. Wedding was at 9:30 and I was almost done.

Luckily for me, the wedding was a small one: Kamuning church, reception at Max's. Bride is the daughter of a former boss of mine. She is a music teacher.

We got to church really early. The crowd wasn't intimidating and I could smile naturally. But I know I was underdressed. While my co-godparents were dressed in jusi or organza, I was in a linen British India blouse bought for my son's high school graduation two years ago. The skirt cum pants, British India too. Gold sandals from my wedding ninang stint in 2008, same with the bag. Luckily for me, my partner who was a proxy was in a linen rather than in a jusi barong. That made the two of us, underdressed godparents. I reassured myself that I wasn't invited to be godmother because of my clothes and somehow, I succeeded.

After some picture taking, decided to drive to Max while the others were still in church. Good decision as then there was lots of parking available.

Sat at table with a few others. As the lunch progressed, the master of ceremonies announced that money from the bride's bag had been stolen. Apparently the mother of the bride was holding her daughter's bag when a man pretending to be a wedding coordinator asked for it, saying the bride wanted to retouch her makeup. Mom gave it to the guy who got the P10k from the bag. What gall. Man was seen boarding a taxi.

I don't know if he'll eventually be caught because as the photographers were clicking away at nobody and everybody, his face was recognized in one or more of the pictures.

It peeves me how people can just steal so easily and prefer doing that to working honestly and hard for their living. That man made the day less happy for the newlyweds. The lola of the bride told me, "I just hope he'll use that money for his family."