It was touch and go. I had been up and about since 9am on Saturday, and did not get home until it was time to change and go for the Wedding of the Year. I almost could not go because I had family commitments to settle but in the end, I left everything to the capable missus to settle.
After sms-ing Cowboy that we would be late, I picked Daryl up at Orchard Road at 7pm and drove over to pick James up from his place. Mr "Fly Aeroplane" Miyagi was tied up with work and could not join us. Even James almost could not make it, because he sounded sick like heck on the phone when I called him at 2pm that afternoon, but he managed to recharge his health/mana bar somehow to join our little road trip up North.
The weather was bad. Rain and poor visibility. We went via the Second Link because James warned that the Causeway would be jammed badly on a Saturday evening. So instead of a 15km drive, we took a longer 38km one. The missus kept sending me smses to check on my progress.
I drove with a morbid fear of knocking down hard-to-see motorbike but good thing nothing horrible happened. Sure we got a little lost in the rain, and could not see the signs that the hotel website maps said to look out for, and sure, there was this massive pothole at the hotel entrance that almost everyone drove into, but the drive was fine.
We stumbled in the darkness of the car park, wondering if we were at the right place, but seeing Cowboy and his bride's photo in the lobby made us sigh with relief. Of course, we whipped out our cameras and snapped away. What else do bloggers do?
In fact, I spent the whole night snapping. Snapped with my mobile phone, snapped with my own digital camera, and even got hold of Terz's Canon 5D (I am in love — with the camera, I mean) and took a boatload of photos.
James, Daryl and I sat at the table with LMD, Agagooga and the femes Minishorts and her Eric, from KL. I believe there were at least four tables of bloggers there.
The highlight of the evening had to be the sabo games, which the last few tables of bloggers did to Cowboy. He was blindfolded on stage and made to touch the hands of many a maiden, and to guess which one was his wife's. We, of course, cheated, and moved his wife around the group and he got all his three guesses wrong.
They also made him drink a nasty concoction of liquor (it was chocolate in colour) and then move on to another wedding classic, the Make Bride Move an Egg Through Groom's Trousers game, which provided much mirth to us all.
The raw egg got stuck at a most unfortunate spot, as his bride tried to move it past his, er, groin area. The egg spent a long time there.
We told him to stop thinking naughty thoughts so that the egg could go over to the other trouser leg. It finally made it without being cracked inside his pants (which we threatened to do, but in our benevolence, did not).
LMD made him drink a whole glass of German wine, then spin around five times with his head on a chair, and then he had to walk towards his wife. He staggered to her fairly well. In fact, he was still lucid enough to do the other Wedding Sabo Classic, The Long Kiss (with Tongue Action).
After the last guests left, Terz and Tym brought us to the massive rooms at the resort, which had two king-sized beds in them. The rooms were HUGE. They could have fit four king-sized beds in there with space to spare. The corridors were so wide, you could have a paintball game if you booked the whole floor.
We left at about 12 midnight, and drove back towards the Causeway, this time we drove around the Big Porthole. We made sure we borrowed some extra Ringgit from Terz, because the three blur blobs that we were, none of us had any Malaysian money on us. If it wasn't for my mother shoving RM17 into my wallet, I would not even have money to pay the Second Link and highway tolls.
We drove to Restoran Ayub, in Pelangi, a 24-hour place that James said was famous for its otak-otak. The three of us had a feast of satay, otak, Maggi Goreng (one of the better ones we have tasted), Roti Chenai, and teh tarik. The bill? RM19.50. Cheap and good.
We were relieved that we had enough Ringgit, or James would have had to show some leg to get us some discount.
Opposite Restoran Ayub were two karoke pubs, Diamond and another one I forget the name of. Sandwiched between the karaoke pubs? Singing schools.
The only bummer part of this whole trip was the silly Causeway jam. Jalan Wong Ah Fook was jammed with Singapore cars going back after a Saturday night in JB, and we got stuck in traffic for more than an hour.
We will be back, I am sure. Maybe a makan road trip next time. We went home tired but happy for Cowboy and his bride. We hope to see little cowboys and cowgirls soon!
