Purple passport
Very early this morning, (to my standards) Ate Arlyn knocked on our door to hand her wedding invitation. I opened it and kept on laughing and laughing. It was the first time I saw such a wedding invitation:
A very cute purple with gold print passport. Inside, although untraditional, was their wacky picture as a couple; followed by the list of the entourage. Which, by the way, I am part of.
This is my first-ever "grown-up" role in a wedding. The last time I walked down the aisle was when I was ring bearer for my aunt in April 1997. I actually find it weird that I'm a groomsman because I scarcely know the guy but at least all I have to do is walk. No candle-veil-cord stuff.
I always wonder who among my friends is going to get married first. But honestly, I think I already know.
A very cute purple with gold print passport. Inside, although untraditional, was their wacky picture as a couple; followed by the list of the entourage. Which, by the way, I am part of.
This is my first-ever "grown-up" role in a wedding. The last time I walked down the aisle was when I was ring bearer for my aunt in April 1997. I actually find it weird that I'm a groomsman because I scarcely know the guy but at least all I have to do is walk. No candle-veil-cord stuff.
I always wonder who among my friends is going to get married first. But honestly, I think I already know.