THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY

The engagement cum birthday poolside party at home almost only became the aunt-to-be's birthday party.

For days, my family were worried that my uncontactable aunt-to-be would not appear for the all-prepared engagement dinner last night. A fight in their drunkard stupor (which I witnessed) just 3 days before their big day caused her threatening to call the engagement off; she remained unconvinced until yesterday afternoon.





Balloons everywhere.


From the top.


From the other side.


Receptionists at work (and drinks).


The gifts at the reception table.


Champagne roses.


Pink roses.


The cake.


The couple.


Desmond & I.


Cute Danielle.


Grandaunt & granduncle dancing.

The romantic music & ambience, the hundreds of white balloons, the hundredsss of roses, plenty of confetti, white-satin-covered furnitures and an extra house dedicated for through-the-night drinking & games;
the 3-tier icing cake, dozens & dozens of alcohol and trays of sumptuous food;
the hundred well-dressed guests and their generous gifts & flowers made the engagement house(s) party memorable.

The number of intoxicated drivers leaving my place last night was amazing.
Aaanndddd, strawberry wine is the next best after ice wine.