Monday, November 06, 2006  9:02 PM
A celebration to remember
So we did it, after 40 days of learning about a purpose-driven life, bonding and thought-provoking sharing sessions. I daresay that our small group has experience all kinds of emotions during the six sessions, with laughter, tears, wistfulness, happiness and immense encouragement.
And of course we achieved our ultimate aim - winning the best dressed/most creatively dressed competition. I remember how excited the girls got when we realised that there was going to be a competition, and immediately we started planning what to wear. We came up with it at last, two days before the event while having dinner at the Soup Spoon. Without a doubt, our glee couldn't be contained. Fashion disasters we were going to be, complete with the most mismatched colours, fake eyelashes, high socks, stockings, ugly specs and weird hair.
There wasn't much competition at the celebration lunch. With the exception of a whole bunch of Rick Warrens, some pirates and a table thinking that wearing caps was their definition of 'dressing up', we created a stir the moment we walked in. They laughed, pointed and I'm sure we were ridiculed at, but every single moment of the newfound 'fame' was worth it. Being a GG entails all that I suppose, and I think going up on stage to parade in front of more than 1300 people is part of the learning process.
We took a total of 70 photos, a real feat. And why not too, since we only dress like that once in a lifetime? We pretended we were on America's Next Top Model and even had someone directing a few random aviator shots. It made photos worthy of a pictorial book.
Hookers, Harajuku girls, deluded ballerinas, bookish schoolgirls, hobos - whatever we were made out to be, I think we wouldn't have done this before 40DOP. Perhaps we all finally gained the confidence that people now know who we are inside, and how we look on the outside does not matter to them anymore. We've changed, from being the backrow girls at Senior Sunday School who would not be seen during service without a fashion magazine in hand, to a group that's certain of our identity in Christ no matter how we look on the outside.
By the way, we are still vain. We still plan our Sunday outfits days before.
Honestly, I do think this is what having fun is about. Making the event out to what you want it to be. Twenty years down the road, will the cap-wearing table remember this event? Probably not. But we will, and it will remain as one of the fondest memories in my heart.
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