My asawa and I had just returned from another trip to Cebu City with our little niece and nephew from Guimaras in tow. We only had a couple of days before we would attend what I like to call “The Neon Blue Jesus Wedding.” My spouse and I were approached a couple of months ago by some distant relatives and asked to be sponsors for the big event. We readily agreed. We hadn’t been a godmother,“Ninang”, or godfather, “Ninong” in the Philippines for several years.
The nuptials gave my spouse an excuse to go shopping for a new dress she could wear to this Filipino wedding. And of course a new dress also meant a new pair of shoes. But you married guys out there already knew that.
I needed a new barong tagalog, traditional formal wear for the Filipino male, and dress pants. Although I had only worn my old barong twice, a larger size outfit in size 2X was now needed. I sweat profusely the minute I put one of these things on so my wife and I decided to take some pictures at our new home in the Philippines before we left for the church where the wedding was to be held.
Note that I’m not wearing my 25-year-old Florsheim’s in the house. You never wear shoes in a Filipino home. Vinyl slippers are the standard inside footwear.
Good friends graciously picked us up to take us to the wedding’s venue, St. John the Baptist Church, in Jordan, Guimaras. We stopped by their house before leaving for the church. Here’s a look at some of the beautiful ladies that were also involved in the wedding. It’s a tough life in the Philippines, isn’t it, being surrounded by such beautiful Filipinas, my own asawa included, of course.
St. John the Baptist Church was built in Jordan, Guimaras in January 1970. The blue neon Jesus hung above the altar. The mass only took about 40 minutes. The picture taking afterward lasted about as long.
The bride and groom were kneeling for quite some time during the ceremony. For more details on a traditional Filipino wedding, check out this previous post.
After the pictures were taken we headed back to our friend’s home where a multicab, jeepney, soon picked us up so we could attend the reception. The road to the reception area was too narrow for our truck. The signage shown below can be seen at most important celebrations in the Philippines.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a party without the lechon, shown below. My asawa and I were sitting nearby and were splattered a few times by the dead pig’s juices as the carver’s bolo did it’s work. Note to self: Avoid sitting so close to the lechon at future celebrations.
There was a huge crowd on hand for the reception. Free food brings in lots of folks, no matter what country you live in. The Philippines is no exception. No adult beverages were served, only Pepsi. I didn’t mind. I’ve only had a few beers in the last month anyway.
Here’s a look at my lovely asawa enjoying the wedding reception.
EVERY party in the Philippines requires a stack of speakers as seen shown below. We had to shut our windows the night before the wedding to get some sleep as the couple’s reception was in the same barangay as ours.
James, the groom, is a carpenter, and quite shy. When given the opportunity to speak, he declined. I was invited to say a few words of advice to the couple. My nugget of wisdom to the groom was this:
“Always listen to your asawa.”
The happy couple share a kiss.
Which of these young ladies would catch the bride’s bouquet? The Filipina in the middle.
Congratulations to James and Beth. We pray they have a long and prosperous life together. We’re thankful for the invitation to their big day.
We caught a jeepney ride home and the first thing I did was peel off my barong tagalog and take a shower. The rainy season has finally hit us and the humidity levels have shot up. But that’s fine with me, we really need the rain. And I really needed a shower. Ask my asawa.