The updated version of WordPress displays “share your story here” in the text box and it’s so inviting – especially when you have a story to tell. I haven’t shared a story for quite a while now and although I tell people I’m a creative writer, I do absolutely nothing all summer to prove it. I’m stuck in my head all day and most of the time I’m too busy enjoying myself to care enough about writing it down. It’s always been my “live in the moment” philosophy I live by which threw most of my artistic potential down the drain and slowly I feel it doing the same with my writing.
But here I am, sitting in Canada amongst a bantering bunch of oldies (who are related to me of course) and I’ve managed to muster up by some magical force, a will to share my adventures again, despite the obvious lack in readership. Atleast I can say I’ve practiced.
Usually the typical tourist destination tends to be Toronto but we (my family and I) were excited when our relative sent us an invite to his wedding that was to be in Edmonton. Ofcourse the wisest thing to do is to make a holiday out of it. Edmonton- a small city in Alberta that I had never even heard of before turned out to be the most fun family-gathering memory i’ll keep for years to come.
Edmonton is generally quite plain, there isn’t much to see apart from the huge mall that encompasses one of the largest indoor water parks. It would be a good two day mall trip for those who love shopping and the incredible selection of food provides a perfect spot to dine in. For me however, the trip to the mall was only enjoyable for the first hour or so, after that I was easily bored so, let’s move on from that.
On unfamiliar territory, having familiar faces makes everything more bearable and meeting long distance relatives after a long time makes it all the more exciting. So, we stayed in the same hotel, taking up most of the ground and some of the second floor (because us Asian families are huge) and even those relatives we (I) never knew existed seemed like they had known us all our lives – they probably did, I just didn’t know them.
The five days we spent there were too short for our liking. The first included the introductions of the families and the formal invitations between close ones to the wedding – this was hella awkward at first. We young ones (I am considered young yay) sat in a line as we were almost interrogated in an attempt to ice break. When the rest of our family finally arrived the scene loosened up a bit and by the end of the night it was all kind of chill.
The second day was a henna party for the groom’s family (that’s us) – which pretty much speaks for itself. Girls and women gathering around and applying henna on one another. It was a night of catching up with one another, full of laughter and just genuinely nostalgic Kodak moments. Then the crazy began…
Late nights every night are to be expected when you’re gathering with your clique and it was like that for us. Sharing hilarious videos, playing both the sensible and the stupid games and lying on each others beds not bothered to go to our own. Naturally this left us looking like zombies the morning afters but still ever ready for more fun.
The third day was the first official wedding function in which the bride’s and groom’s family celebrate together. This was called the ‘Sangeet’. The first one I had ever been to of its kind and an experience I won’t ever forget. The day consists of three different traditional wedding events followed by speeches from the couple’s friends and entertainment to finish. Like I said already this was my first time going to this, let alone the fact that a tomboy girl was forced to wear something so uncomfortably not her that night the night was even more over whelming. At first. The clothes weren’t as bad as I made them sound and soon the whole function seemed to be something I could deal with (for one night only.) It was full of loud music, something I was used to from my experience at university and there were embarrassing, emotional, good, and cheesy speeches -with no names mentioned- but it was over all quite enlightening. (To see how brave everyone was for getting up there to speak because I sure as hell would not have liked to do that.) Then after a dance performance by the sais (bride’s friends) the night came to end… Not. Suddenly I saw everyone I knew and didn’t know alike in a whole new light as the dance floor lit up. There are some things I keep for myself and my close friends, dancing is one of them, but seeing everyone having so much fun I couldn’t help but join in and get others to join in too. I’m hopeless at dancing but I was shocked to see that there were actually people who were worse than me -not that I’m really qualified to judge such a sport- so it made it all the more funny. There was this one guy, who I cannot fail to mention because of his sheer awkwardness, who closed his eyes and danced like a crab low on the floor and had everyone stop for a moment to take in the movie moment. A moment that very quickly turned into the brunt of our jokes probably even in the years to come (in a nostalgic sort of way.)
The next day was the wedding day but it certainly didn’t feel like it as we headed to the (dreaded) mall again for a game of bowling (which never even happened.) We ended up chilling in the arcade or “rec room” as they call it doing absolutely nothing really, literally lingering. Still it was all worth it because as soon as we were back the tensions were arisen and the realisation of the final two days settled in. We still made the most of them, making sure to spend each moment smiling but as much as it was fun it was still sad that everyone had to leave once it was all over.
When that day came however, we could still be glad that we had the Rockies to discover and that was a whole other story altogether…