Eh, where's the devil?

W's wedding dinner on Saturday night and it was stressed that it was an Eurasian affair so it had to be formal dress (L dusted off his suit and I was wailing "I have *nothing* to wear!") and there would be dancing.

It's a nice change from the 10-course Chinese banquet, after which the bride and groom and their families form a line at the exit so you could shake hands down the line as you leave. This one melted down into a disco party and you could come and go as you pleased. We left to Village People and YMCA spilling out of the hall and into the rest of the building. Only thing missing was curry devil and feng. The wedding cake was a yummy sugee cake, made by one of W's aunts. I didn't wait to bring my piece home. Waste of good sugee cake to put it under the pillow (or don't you do that any more if you're no longer a young girl?), I ate my little parcel of cake there and then, for dessert. Is it like typecasting to expect curry devil and feng at every Eurasian do? It's like you'd expect a solid rendang at a Malay wedding feast.

This was a buffet followed by dancing. Which was nice. Except that the DJ probably prepared his playlist according to tempo and never listened to the songs he was playing. After W and N led a couple of slow dances, he upped the tempo with that insipid song whose title and singer aren't worth my remembering, it was basically about a little bit of this girl, a little bit of that, and a chorus that goes a girl here, a girl there, a girl everywhere. Followed by That Thing You Do -- which has a nice upbeat tempo but is really about breaking hearts. I mean, how apt are those for weddings? It's like people in discos jumping and partying to Gimme Hope, Joanna. Or when the DJ wants to turn down the tempo in the slow segment and they say they're putting on a song for all the romantic couples to slow dance to, only they're smooching to Tears In Heaven.

Is there such a thing as song lyric illiteracy?