Over a post-Christmas catch-up session in the seemingly not-so-distant past, she had recapped the proposal to me, recalling each stage in extreme detail, then subsequently requesting my attendance at the monumental moment itself. Suffice to say that September 8th had long been booked off in my calendar.
My star sign twin, whom I later learned to share twin-like qualities with in more than one aspect, quickly came to my assistance as well. She had attended the tear-jerking ceremony in all its glory, and proceeded to discuss its highlights as I settled into my new surroundings.
Beside the photobook, which, might I add, contained some of the most stunning captures I have ever laid eyes on, was an LED monitor bearing a display generally unacquainted to weddings.
A distinct theme was in place. It wasn't until later that I discovered the significance of the table names: all the future travel destinations that assumed spots on the newlywed's bucket list.
The table consisted of a gorgeous floral centrepiece, condiments such as butter, chili oil, and Parmesan cheese, and a napkin-lined bread basket that many of us took to munching on while anticipating the start of the reception.
Following the introduction of both families and the bridesmaid/groomsmen lineup, the MaKen couple eased their way into the dining hall with a bubbly display of affection.
Clad in a breathtaking ball gown, stenoodie gazed lovingly at her new husband. Hand in hand, they fluttered across the dance floor before the eyes of hundreds - her dazzling dress out-sparkling the shimmer of the chandelier, her complexion beaming brighter than the collective bursts of flash photography. The honour to witness such a sweetness was truly ours.
They were answered with the arrival of a potato-based soup, scooped from a pot and ladled into shallow, ceramic bowls. Rather tacky in consistency, I dipped the remainder of my bread roll into the formula before deeming it too peculiar to finish.
Risotto was an unexpected follow-up contender, having garnered renowned status as a hit-or-miss creation. Softened mushrooms provided great contrast and texture, though the general consensus was blandness warranting heavy dumps of Parmesan, pepper, and/or chili oil.
I bid farewell to stenoodie, decked out in a gold-tinged qipao and red heels, and swung by the photobooth once more to capture the day with the bride.
Then back into the cold it was.