I’m very bitter and dark this morning because two men have been chattering very loudly in the background for the last three hours as if they owned this coffee shop. If there’s one thing that darkens me more than anything at the speed of light, it’s the noise; and these two have been generous in providing me with the source in ample amounts.

Case in point, what I’ve been seeing all this morning didn’t even bother me. Right at this moment, there are about five men clad in a Chinese-monk-esque pink uniform, carrying some sort of elaborate decoration made with cut-up fruits. As a matter of fact, I’ve been observing about a hundred people in ornate clothes coming and going all this morning.

Yes, there has been a very Vietnamese wedding at the venue attached to the coffee shop I’m in this morning. The bride in a tight red traditional dress and the groom in a Western-styled tuxedo walked into the premises while being cheered on at the entrance. The dress code of the occasion was red, aka, Code Red. With approximately 15 people disappearing into a small van, the crowd finally dissipated.

Or so I thought. Now the crowd are arriving again in their respective cars.

—– 20 minutes later —–

I had to update the blog, seeing several men holding yet another round pink container each with “longevity” written on the outside. The bride’s favorite color must have been pink. After being patted on their back by a turtle-like old man that came out of the building, they dispersed as quickly as they came.