They were married on a Monday. At six o'clock in the morning.
The only reason we could think of, for them to have married on a Monday, was that they consulted and was told that the 21st of September in 1964 was the most auspicious day to be married.
No. (So let's chuck it up to whim then!)
They were married at the Cathedral of the Holy Infant in Manila and held their breakfast reception at the Aristocrat Restaurant, with more than one hundred guests. Papa's brother, Uncle Sonny was the best man. Mama's sister, Tita Femme was the bridesmaid. And they only had ONE pair of godparents!
By noon, the partying was over, and they were having lunch at Tito Oscar's house. At 2:00 p.m., they were on their way to Baguio City for their honeymoon aboard a Dangwa bus. This 244-km trip took them eight (sweet) hours. And Papa remembers that the moon was full when they arrived at Baguio Hotel, just across Burnham Park. (Close enough. It was full on the 22nd but you can't argue with a newlywed's starry eyes.)