We got married on October 16, but had the ceremony in December - as is the way in China.
In China, the ceremony is really a way to show to family and friends that you are married, there is no 'ceremony' as such during the day.
Oh, it also works out a hell of a lot cheaper this way :)
The choice of best man wasn't a difficult one. I did have a choice depending on which country I was in - Stu Aish (US), Figs (the male half, in AUS) or Dave Pyle (UK), plus I'm sure there were other worthwhile candidates. But ultimately, it was easy to choose my good mate, Mike Pennington, an Englishman (and a Gentleman I'm told) who has been here as long as I have and has put up with me for all this time.
Truly a good friend and hopefully he won't read that bit...
You name the nationality, it was here - apart from the usual Australians, Brits, Americans and Germans, we also had a Czech born Brit, a Muslim Terrorist, an American with a Brit accent, a German with an American accent and a bunch a friends with slurred accents to make for an interesting evening.
Here I am proposing to yi ru. I had one bloody sentence to say in Chinese all night (will you marry me?), and do you think I could remember how to say it?
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