My partner and I were invited to a wedding in Millbrae, near San Francisco.The bride and groom are both Christian, so the celemony was genuine and solemn. Unlike our non-Christian Japanese wedding, where the couple exchange marrige vows artificially in front of God (despite our usual nonchalance toward God), their vows were real and touching. By the time they said "I love you", I was moved to tears.
We moved from the church to Westin hotel SF Airport, the venue for a party.
During the party, to my surprise, there wasn't any speeches by their bosses or colleagues and it didn't take more than 5 minutes until we headed for food. It was a sitting buffet. While we were eating, the best man and bride's maids gave a speech respectively. They, then, made a toast at the each end of their speech. No Karaoke, no "thanks letter" reading to the parents. Yet, there was a dance time. As we often see in American movies, the newlywed couple danced to the music alone for a while, then their parents and relatives as well as friends joined them. I wish I could dance well to enjoy this occation.
The wedding was very homey as a whole.
After the wedding, we checked in the hotel and hopped into Bart (train) and visited San Francisco.
Chilly was a light word to express the weather in San Francisco. Though the sky was blue, I felt like wearing a long coat with a nit cap. We gave up looking around the town because of the "too cold" temperature, and directly headed for Hunan Home's Restaurant in China Town to have dinner.
The award winner testimonials from various surveys were ostentatiously on the wall, and the restaurant was consistently crowded with approximately 10 to 20 people in line. We loved their food except one dish, Mapo Tofu. It never satisfied the stomach of us, especially my partner, the connoiseur of Mapo Tofu.
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