It's been a while since I last updated this blog, been busy juggling everything on my plate lately and it has admittedly taken its toll (my doting mom has taken notice and has placed me under a mandatory StressTabs diet). Working on the wedding without your partner isn't fun. We've been arguing a lot, mostly because of my temper that has worsened over the weeks. Is "worsened" even a word?
Fortunately, my fiancee has been nothing short of being an saint and has put up with all my short-fused ways. She calls me "groom-zilla," I just take it all in stride. Better me than her-- if only because I fear that she'd go on a mad killing spree had she been in my place.
A few days ago, Winy flew back home so we could work on the requirements for the wedding (which is now only two months away). First on the list was the Marriage License to be secured from our city hall. Since I'm the one who's Manila-based and our coordinator, Jhune Salud is also from the area, we opted to apply at the Pasay City Hall instead of the one in faraway Calumpit, Bulacan.
We met Jhune at Jollibee Roxas Boulevard corner Libertad at around 11 a.m. on a Monday (I obviously took the day off) and were asked to accomplish three different sets of application forms. Jhune kept reminding us to double check our answers since he only had the ones that we were already writing on. I kept badgering Winy about it, only to be the one to commit an erasure a few minutes later.
Hah. Serves me right.
Okay, so we took Jhune's AUV to City Hall (I made up a lame excuse that the car wasn't available-- in reality, we just didn't want to go through the ordeals of having to find decent parking space at the City Hall) and went inside to go to this place where they have your papers processed. You can visit the Pasay City government website (Google!), they'll pretty much walk you through the whole thing (akalain mo yun! Aim High Pasay!) and the best part- they DON'T TAKE LUNCHBREAKS. Yep. The poor souls were still there even if it was already 12:30 p.m. Have to give them credit for that.
Anyway, Jhune pretty much walked us through the whole thing and it didn't take very long from there. I wrote a letter of authorization so Jhune could take care of obtaining our license and what not. If you're from the Pasay area and are looking for a solid wedding coordinator who'll take care of the requirements, then Jhune is definitely your guy.
Okay, next on the "to do" list was acing the Canonical Interview.
Jhune had us scheduled for October 4, Thursday and told us to be at Mt. Carmel Parish (in Project 6, Quezon City) at exactly 7:30 a.m. sharp. We were there by 7:15, and were surprised to find out that they don't open until 8:30 or 9 a.m. Oh well. Better early than late right?
First, we were given three to four pages worth (multiple choice AND ESSAY) of questions on what we thought about love, marriage, sex and parenting. I didn't really have a hard time answering the questions since it all came pretty natural (hey, we're in love, we want to get married, so it was all relative from there). Winy had a bit of trouble with the essay part, but only because she was dead sleepy.
Next was the interview with the priest. Winy went first and took about forty-five minutes. FORTY FIVE MINUTES talking to a priest. Yikes. A taho vendor stopped right in front of me so I bought myself one and another for Winy when she finishes with her interview.
Few minutes later and she walks out, stone-faced and tells me that I'm up. She gets to eating the taho while I make my way to the room inside the Parish Office.
A lot of questions, nothing I couldn't answer really. But then, there's the trick question: ARE YOU IN FAVOR OF DIVORCES?
The practical, JOURNALIST in me said "Yes Father, I am. But only if it's really broken."
This answer apparently raised all sorts of red flags to the point wherein the priest said, "I cannot allow you to marry under this church."
Instant kambio. He's a priest. I went to the school of lying, cheating and stealing (re: I wanted to be a lawyer once). Game on.

So I reasoned out with him, which took an extra twenty minutes, before he finally gave in. I don't know if he was just messing with me or what not, or if he could really cancel our wedding with that one question (and my reply), but I was really scared. What if Winy answered differently? How would I break the news that the priest cancelled/ rejected our wedding because I messed up?
Buti na lang.
Once we got over the "I'm not going to break-up your wedding" bit, Father Ferdie (?) called for Winy to come in so he could interview us both. It was really light, and he explained how, if we were to get him as our priest for the actual wedding, he wasn't big on the whole profound sermons and stuff. He's not a fan of all the singing too. He's as straight-up as they come, and is all about getting the bride and groom married. End of story.
Well, I like it that way. I had to check first with Winy if she was okay with this and she said she was. That's when Father Ferdie said that they raffle the wedding among priests (Father Andoy and another one). So even if we wanted to get a certain priest from Mt. Carmel, it would still be up to the "random" draw.
Ok. Cool. Let's get married!
Next, the pre-cana seminar. Which my friend Cita tells me is NOT about "seminar bago kana-in si asawa" :)