I cried on my way to the altar.
Not just tear-in-my-eye crying, but tears were rolling down my cheeks one at a time that I looked like I was constipated for a whole week. It was so bad that the priest had to ask me in front of the congregation as to why I was crying.
See, I was fine during my preparations at the hotel and during my car ride. Sure I was a little nervous, but not enough that I think I was gonna cry. I blame it all on the bridal car driver.
I was happily chatting with him in the car when my parents went down to chat with guests.
Manong: Ma'am, ok kayo a. Mukhang di man lang kayo kinakabahan.
Me: E bakit naman ako kakabahan, e happy occassion to di ba?
Manong: Kasi usual sa mga brides na hinahatid ko sa kotse pa lang umiiyak na e. Dapat kabahan kayo kasi habangbuhay na yan.
The idiot that I am, I listened to him. My stomach started to feel a little quesy, up to the point that I was coughing and I thought I was gonna throw up. And when friends came over to the car, I only managed a weak smile.
I shouldn't have given manong a tip. He was at fault for my constipated looking pictures.
Thank goodness my make up was waterproof.
DA GANDA blogged @ 6/08/2004 07:30:00 PM