In all my years of dabbling in emceeing, I had never done weddings receptions, until last Sunday.

I felt a few major differences: the previous functions I handled were generally protocol laden, hence rather stiff, if not sombre. And I did not really feel that all eyes were on me.

Doing a wedding was different. I had to do some coaxing every now and then, little attempts at humour here and there.

Then there was that part where I could easily make a fool of myself: the Grand Entrance, which includes the little march of the most important 8 persons to the stage, the ribbon releasing, the cake cutting, the champagne pouring, and perhaps the most unnerving of all, the three toasts, all in front of around 2,000 persons.

As usual, no matter how meticulous the preparation is, one had to be prepared for any eventualities. I had on hand a 2-page detailed agenda of the day’s program. By the end of it all, around 5.30pm, it had become this:

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