Chinese, English, French and Jewish cultures melded for a fusion wedding yesterday.

In Chinese fashion, a large group of us were invited to the reception rather than the wedding. We were served drinks and wedding cake on arrival. The bride and groom’s names were written on a large board overhanging a window for all of us to have photos taken with them underneath. The view was Victoria Harbour.

The menu followed a more traditional English approach with alternating chicken, beef meals and vegetarian on request. While the food was English, it was flavored with the spices from Asia.

French was seen with the great choice of wines (though the wines themselves were from New Zealand) and the fashionably late arrival of the French guests which most others would be stressing about being this late (reception to start at 6pm and they arrived at 6.45).

Jewish was the dancing, where everyone was dragged onto the floor, the bride and groom seated in the middle to then be thrown in the air numerous times. There was some concern as the ceiling was quite low and their heads came perilously close to hitting it.

Speeches were given in English and translated into French. As is the case with most weddings, the father-of-the-bride’s speech was touching even though he promised no mushiness.

No wedding banquet (unlike the first wedding I attended here) so I left without feeling like food was going to come out of my ears. It finished right on 11.30 with the lights flashing twice to signal the last song. The bride was stunning and only changed once.

I’ve woken up today, no hangover, ready for breakfast and about to move house – next door.


* Thanks to Billy Idol for the title to this post.