The stretch limo and all the bridal party’s cars now had to make their way to the loVebird’s new residence, while the bride’s parents stayed behind at the hotel, waving their daughter good bye forever. Well, only metaphorically speaking; China has moved on a little bit since the rule of the Emperors. Then again, there have been reports of divorced women not being allowed to spend Chinese New Year’s at their parent’s place, because in some more traditional areas this is seen as a sign of bad luck. Imagine your parents telling you,
“You are not allowed to come home for Christmas and are rather going to have to book a room in a hotel if you want to see us.”
There’s that Chinese superstition again.
Anyway, we drove through the city to arrive at the couple’s new home, where the relatives and bridal party sat down for a drink and some small snacks. Then some more tea was was served, this time to the groom’s parents and it was time for them to be called Mum and Dad by Cherry. More red envelopes for the couple and more pictures of everyone.
Then bridesmaids and best men followed the newly weds downstairs into the yard, where more professional wedding photographs were taken in a very windy and cold environment. One of the bridesmaids remarked:
“Now I finally know what those big film stars feel like, running around in nothing but their pretty dresses in the freezing cold. I am glad I don’t have to do this all the time.”
After this photo interlude was over, everyone went for a delicious lunch together. The bridesmaids left and right of me were complaining that their dresses were to tight and the pressure on their stomachs was apparently keeping them from eating much. I, used to wearing corsets that are a lot stiffer than the dress in question, had no such problem and so I munched away happily on Beijing Duck, delicious aubergine and an array of other wonderful dishes. Hey, if there is a choice to be made between looking thinner and filling my stomach with yummy Chinese food, I forget all vanity in an instant; wouldn’t you? It was also a smart move, as this was around 12pm and we would not get any food until about 7.30pm that night, by which time there was a flock of starving bridesmaids surrounding me, while I was remembering the delightful taste of my lunch.
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