Usually I don't attend weddings, have given them a wide berth for quite a while and wild horses wouldn't have dragged me to one. It was for a simple reason - weddings were all the same, tired! When you didn't know the the bride or groom you didn't care what was going on, all you did was eat - the same menu at each wedding, drink sodas and socialize with friends (the reason you attended in the first place), and chat all thro the entire ceremony.
So I made an exception this weekend and attended one, after a 2 year break how bad would it possibly be? And it wasn't really.
It was a garden wedding, the service?All of 1 hour, the reverend/pastor, priest? very humorous - in short a beautiful ceremony. The bride was all decked out in a beautiful gown, the bridesmaid in pink, the bridal cars? beautiful mercs - there was a gorgeous convertible we considered jumping into and simply driving away but restrained ourselves.
Then came the reception - the food was far from mediocre! There was roast meat from a whole cow, yes Wambzz a whole cow, it was being roasted at the venue, kinda like what kenchic does but in a much bigger thingamajig! and there was pork - now that I liked, roasted chicken - felt nothing, the vegetables - mushrooms, cauliflower, french beans - thoroughly excited me! And so I enjoyed the food. And there was desert - the usual fruit salad, cakes etc.
Then there were waiters, wearing what appeared to be kanzus who were going round the tables asking 'utatumia nini?', coasto speak for 'What would you like to drink?. The choices, beer or wine - red or white, for the ladies. Yes, Wambzz, the alchocol free for all guests. Later on when it was time for cake cutting there was coffee and tea to have with the cake. And no, it wasn' t the one piece that's passed around it was a plateful of cake for each table. In short - the wedding was really nicely done.
Other than the food and drinks, was the wedding any different from others? No, everyone who wasn't related to the bride or a close friend was simply socialising, catching up with everyone else. And yes, it was a chance to meet new people. Wambzz, weddings are still one of the places to hook up nice looking single jamaas. There was quite a number of nice looking could have been single men and there was no shortage of chances to flirt. At some point it got noisy and people had to be asked to tone it down!
So was this wedding any different for me? No, I didn't know the bride and groom, didn't care for the speeches and enjoyed myself thoroughly because of the company I had. And I still maintain that the only people who care about what's going on in a wedding are the bride and groom, their relatives, all 100 of them, and close friends.
The rest of us are simply there for the ride! Yes?
So I made an exception this weekend and attended one, after a 2 year break how bad would it possibly be? And it wasn't really.
It was a garden wedding, the service?All of 1 hour, the reverend/pastor, priest? very humorous - in short a beautiful ceremony. The bride was all decked out in a beautiful gown, the bridesmaid in pink, the bridal cars? beautiful mercs - there was a gorgeous convertible we considered jumping into and simply driving away but restrained ourselves.
Then came the reception - the food was far from mediocre! There was roast meat from a whole cow, yes Wambzz a whole cow, it was being roasted at the venue, kinda like what kenchic does but in a much bigger thingamajig! and there was pork - now that I liked, roasted chicken - felt nothing, the vegetables - mushrooms, cauliflower, french beans - thoroughly excited me! And so I enjoyed the food. And there was desert - the usual fruit salad, cakes etc.
Then there were waiters, wearing what appeared to be kanzus who were going round the tables asking 'utatumia nini?', coasto speak for 'What would you like to drink?. The choices, beer or wine - red or white, for the ladies. Yes, Wambzz, the alchocol free for all guests. Later on when it was time for cake cutting there was coffee and tea to have with the cake. And no, it wasn' t the one piece that's passed around it was a plateful of cake for each table. In short - the wedding was really nicely done.
Other than the food and drinks, was the wedding any different from others? No, everyone who wasn't related to the bride or a close friend was simply socialising, catching up with everyone else. And yes, it was a chance to meet new people. Wambzz, weddings are still one of the places to hook up nice looking single jamaas. There was quite a number of nice looking could have been single men and there was no shortage of chances to flirt. At some point it got noisy and people had to be asked to tone it down!
So was this wedding any different for me? No, I didn't know the bride and groom, didn't care for the speeches and enjoyed myself thoroughly because of the company I had. And I still maintain that the only people who care about what's going on in a wedding are the bride and groom, their relatives, all 100 of them, and close friends.
The rest of us are simply there for the ride! Yes?
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Clearly as you get older... you'd rather die than miss an evening with your hommies for a wedding.
I guess as you even get older you become more averse. But when you get even older than order, you are insisting that your children have one(hopefully not!)
So are you guys planning on one for yourselves?
Of course, that opens up the field for uber (super?) men... and I hear that some of these supreme beings are patrolling the streets these days...
That body to cuddle with at night when it's cold.
That voice that whispers into your ear and tells you, that you smell so nice.
That hug that reassures and says, everything's gonna be okay.
That sex that breaks the kitchen table, and sends the rats flying out their hideouts.
That strong grip upon your soft flesh that sends shudders cross your fine body
That evening walk on the sand as you watch the sun set and coconut trees sway.
That sponge of warm water and soap that washes your sick body and that hand that injects the drugs every morning and every evening,
That face of courage and understanding, that strong hand that holds your sweet petite one as you scream and shout in the delivery room,
those hands that holds your baby and say it has your eyes,
That leg that kicks the football to your son and daughter, in the lawn on sunday afternoons,
That firm voice that talks to your teenage son and says "chill",
That twist, that shake, and jig, that waltz, that hold around your waist on the mirror floor of that club you love,
Those soft lips, that tongue inside you and around you that drives you to insanity.
That hand that pens a poem that you find in your purse when you are looking for your mascara,
That red diplomat passport with his name as the endorser that you use to travel around the world,
that fine leather seat of the SUV that came wrapped in glossy paper on your birthday, with a card and his signature on it.
Those jokes that you can't hear enough of, those compliments that you can't get enough of,
That ear that listens to your trials and tribulations, and that brain that tries to help you come with solutions,
That body dressed in a black suit that you hold on to when you the soil is poured into the 6-foot hole,
and thank God that it is not him that is dearly departed.
That man, that husband, that man, that husband.
we create our own reality.
I am not saying roses don't have thorns. But lets not try to make them sounds more like chimaeras!
Nothing remains the same. We are constantly changing,. adapting, evolving... so change is expected. We determine it(largely). So it is not a good to bad change, unless you let it.
familiarity... hm.. when you are married you are one. Some people have contempt for themselves over time or after some deeds but I think this is the exception.
Just coz you have glanced at your thigh in the mirror many times, I mean since you were a kid does not mean that you should hate it on your 40th year.
And good point, Lesaan, the sex!!! what happens to women and sex.The man needs that, and so does the lady. No! don't sit back and wait to be serviced in the bedroom like you are rubber doll. Take charge, take it outside. Surprise each other, marvel.
In your protest to a happy ending... you are mentioning the man like he owns the only 2 hands that steer your bike of marriage and life. You are there too. Act! get acted upon. Do things. Both of you. And whilst you age, so does the desire of certain physical features dwindle. Sometimes an old man just wants to hold his old woman in a loose naked embrace. That feels like sex on the heli-pad on teleposta plaza with dildos and plugs, chains, cuffs, whips and loud trance music.