the things i do for love, (part three of the wedding blog)

here i am again, at the eve of wedding numero tres,... i love my mother,..try as i might i cannot say no,... not really that i can't say no, more like she cannot hear no, even the motion sickness derived from working with accounts was not enough to convince her that i was better off at home tonight.so i'm on the wedding roller coaster once again.
after a hellish week at the office trying to decipher freight accounts, which, i might add, i have not completed yet ,...
come 5.30pm,..i will be suitably stressed and have to put on the party face for "mehndi" night. the black pants are unfortunately at the tailor, for shortening, (i am rather vertically challenged),...so everything you purchase requires a tailor,..the first time around, i took my rather unprofessional hand to the tailoring,.. i might add that i failed the home economics cause at school, i really couldn't sew, i am an enterprising Indian though,..i just got the Portuguese girl in the class to do the sewing, which i passed off as my own, when the teacher would do her rounds, i pretended to be asking the advice of my friend.national party education was all about teaching us our gender roles in society, boys got woodwork and girls got sewing and cooking. it was my generation, who with much persuading of the catholic brothers, in charge of our secular education,got them to allow boys into the home ec course, as their were some who wanted to sew instead of carve wood, i was somewhat of a rebel even then.

back to the present day though, i conveniently forgot that the black pants would be required this weekend,...of course all in the hope, that mother had forgotten the function,..wish full thinking on my part.

i am completely clueless, as to what i will throw on tonight, having woken up with a pounding headache at the thought, of the weekend that awaits me,...a colleague at the office, told me this morning that he had an upcoming wedding in his wife's family, they are all from natal so despite the costs to get their his wife required two new outfits, what the hell for! was my immediate response, surely she has something in the wardrobe, oh no,..came the reply, it was her family so no expense had to be spared in the acquisition of new apparel,..the costs were decidedly more than the bride would spend on her attire, all this so some aunt twice removed whom you probably will never see again, does not suspect that the outfit, you have on has been worn before, why, oh why do we put ourselves through this charade?

the only conclusion i can draw is that we derive a perverse pleasure from the ritual of it all.as i am working through this quagmire of a freight account,interspersed with calls from the travel agent, as i organise my dad's trip to hongkong and china, silently, i wish, that the tickets and hotel bookings were for me,for this very weekend, thus alleviating my anxiety at attending yet another wedding. my mind is churning with thoughts of tonight's function,...my immediate cousins from my dads side will all be there, the family of the groom,...happy and gushing at the prospect of their sons happy union, and i will be there, to take pictures for this blog :) and eat the treats on offer, as i dose off, over desert,..for without fail my working week will kick in.