So i went ot the wedding. I flew to GA on Friday morning at some obscene hour in the morning so i'd be there before the rehearsal dinner and she could pick me up first thing and then get on with the rest of her day. I was not looking forward to it at first. I thought, "I'm the only "us" person there and it's gonna be so country and I haven't seen her in over a year and a half and...." just a bunch of stuff.
I got there and as we drove into south GA from Jacksonville, it all came back to me. I used to live here a year ago. Nothing about it changed really, i just realized how much prettier is it over there than here. And i remembered how our friendship worked. It was nice.
The day before the wedding was crazy busy. I got my nails done. They looked stupid by the way. I wanted french tips 9 i know cliche) but my natural nails don't exactly grow. Ever. So i was gonna get acrylic. I don't like putting that stuff on my nails and asked her how bad it would look with french tips on my own nails and if it was bad, she should just do red polish to match the dress i was wearing. She said french tips would be glorious on my natural nails. Moron. They looked so dumb. But the bride's mum and aunties were all waiting in line behind me so i had to suck it in and smile and sat how i loved it.
Then I met the other bridesmaids. One is legally blind and you can so tell. She was cool though and me and her were making the cd's for the reception. We got a little carried away and it ended up being a very eclectic mix of country, bluegrass (they are country folk afterall), pop, rock, rap, and r&b. It was a crazy mix that included the electric slide (apparently not just a staple at black weddings), man of constant sorrow (from the "oh brother where art thou" soundtrack) and yes, you guessed it......michael jackson's thriller. It was sad. We weren't even drunk either.
The groom got a little upset when we suggested that the exit song for the bridal procession after the ceremony be "Another One Bites The Dust" so we scratched that. We didn't even rbing up the idea of me and the blind bridesmaid doing an interpretive dance at the reception, we didn't think it would go down too well.
One of the other bridesmaids was fun in that ditzy blonde sort of way. I have nothing against blondes and don't usually subscribe to the blonde stereotype but she was ditzy. She was cute though and i was grateful i could talk to those two bridesmaids because i didn't know anyone but the bride. The maid of honor was pretty but i swear she sounds like that blonde guy off of King of the Hill, Boomhouser or whatever his name is with that super country accent. She sounds just like him. She didn't look especially country and there was a disconnect between her appearance and her voice, it just didn't match. I almost felt like she should have been missing some teeth and been wearing overalls and chewing on piece of hay or something. That's terrible, i know. I'll stop.
I met the groom. I really liked him. He was cute, he gave me a hug and was so nice. I was jealous. Not that i wanted him, but i wanted someone who made me feel the way it looked he made her feel. And someone my friends will love too like i love him. I got a good vibe from him and was glad he was the groom.
The rehearsal was informal and haphazard but it worked out. The only thing is i got eaten alive by friggin mozzies and attacked by nats. Ah, Georgia. Home of every friggin bug you can imagine. Outdoor wedding are fun like that. We had lasagna and cheesecake for dinner. Yum. That all i gots ta say.
I caught myself sounding hella country at times. I dunno why i do that! My accent changes to accomodate whoever i'm with and i was sounding hella redneck at some points. I wonder if anyone else noticed. They must have thought "this black girl sho' is countrified! Is Zimbabwe a country in Africa or is it some little town near Wilacoochie?"
Day of the wedding was hectic. I was steaming all the bridesmaids dresses while they were out getting their hair did. I hadn't thought to ask Red (bride) to make me an appointment and so i had to figure out what to do with my mane myself. We had slept over at her gran's house and when i got up i found a curling iron at the vanity table and helped myself. Is that gross? I wiped it down after i was done. I hope it was Red's and not her gran's. She may just have a stroke f she finds a long black hair on it. Ah well. So I curled my own hair and it looked very 1920s and cute. For about three hours. Then it began to collapse. And we had already left gran's and i didn't have an iron with me. Well damn it all to hell.
So we got dressed and went to the park where the wedding was going to be. They did a good job of decorating. The colours were red, pink and white and they had rose petals everywhere. It was cute. All the bridesmaids looked fabulous in our red gowns if i do say so myself and the groomsmen looked very handsome. Well, very put together anyway. It was wierd how two of them were these skinny Jeff Foxworthy looking guys and the other two were stout Garth Brooks types. Uncanny. My escort was skinny. It was funy because walking down the isle we had to loop our arms in theirs and his was so skinny i couldn't find it under his tux jacket so i just held onto the jacket. I wanted to crack up but thought better of it. I was already "that black girl" at the wedding, i didn't want to stand out anymore.
The ceremony was short, thank goodness. The sun was in the bridesmaids faces and we were being attacked by bugs and our heels were sinking into the ground. It was funny but we kept straight faces. I almost fell over one time as i was trying to get my heels out of the ground discreetly and i stumbled backwards a little. i hope the ditzy bridesmaid who was behind me was the only one that noticed. It was also partly the freakish wind that blew into me and nearly knocked me on my ass but i stayed steady. I was a soldier.
The reception was a little awkward because there was no designated seating for the bridal party and everyone else seemed to have family or something there so i was left on my own, but fortunately the blind bridesmaid was sweet and sat with me and the preacher who had one tooth and was surprisingly eating a lot of food i didn't think his tooth would be able to process. He did it somehow though. I'm still curious about that.
I went home with gran again and she drove me to the airport this morning and now i am back in Texas. It was a really sweet wedding and though i don't do tears, i have always always always teared up when i heard "Butterfly Kisses" as corny as that sounds and she danced with her dad to that. I teared up a little. I won't lie.
I though a lot about marriage. I have never really been to a wedding before, certainly never part of one, except my parent's white wedding (they were already married but in our culture it's a little different and i was two or three when they did the white wedding. I was the flower girl or something and had a dress that matched my mum's).
I want to be married, if only for the wedding bit of it. No, i'm kdding. I really do want to get married though. This weekend clarified that. I know i was all nonchalant about marriage and love and all but i really really really want to marry by sweetheart, my best friend, whoever he will end up being. The down side of the weekend is now my thoughts are all about marriage. Damn it all to hell. Be warned, my posts may gravitate more towards marriage and love. And i am seriously prayinng for a husband now. I just read the most fabulous thing on someone's facebook and i think i'll end with it.
"A woman's heart should be so close to God that a man has to seek Him in order to find her."
Beautiful.
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I love that quote...
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