Thursday 23 July 2009

HANDS IN GLOVES

It was a wedding reception like any other. The venue - ballroom of a reputable golf and country club in Kuala Lumpur. The decor - understated and elegant. The bride - tall and slim, with a waistline to diet for. The groom - one happy guy judging by the grin that never left his face the whole night. The food - typical Malay kenduri fare, complete with the must-have rendang pedas which in all fairness was better than some. The entertainment - a mix of French oldies more suited for the parents and their contemporaries than the newly-weds delivered by a local songbird playing the electronic organ. The speech - short and a little sweet. All in all, the ceremony moved quite swiftly with no more than the necessary fanfare. A thoroughly modern wedding in my books. Nothing wrong with that.

But here's the clanger (in my books). The hostess - mother of the groom - wore gloves from beginning to end. She greeted guests and salam-ed with the women with gloved hands. We - the guests - came bare-handed. (I mean, literally). After all, we weren't going to eat with our hands; and sure enough, forks and spoons were laid out on the table.

Why then was she wearing gloves? A tribute to MJ? Don't think so - the gloves lacked the bling. They were similar to those used by doctors in the clinics, so they were no fashion accessory either. A health precaution subscribing to 'better safe than sorry'? Presumably, then, we guests were health hazards? Was she just manifesting her fear of contracting the flu (of whatever kind) or some other contagious disease? I'm afraid too; but that doesn't stop me from attending weddings. Was it just an indiscretion on her part?

Why did I find it disconcerting?

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