This weekend recount is a week late. It’s from my trip to Tampa for Arinze’s wedding. First of all, I missed my flight. Wait till you hear why I missed it. I was seated comfortably at Gate B1, flipping through my magazine and imagining myself buying expensive items that I currently cannot afford. An $846 pair of flip flops? Sure. Meanwhile, at Gate B3, my flight was boarding. By the time I realized I was at the wrong gate, my flight was reversing and leaving without me, and I was running to customer service with tears in my eyes. Yes, I cry for everything.
I finally got to Tampa on a different flight and was so excited to meet my people. Chisom and his wife, Chinwe; Nneoma, Chisom’s sister; Chinedu and Nonso, Arinze’s brothers (and it had been at least 13 years since I last saw Chinedu), relatives living here in America and ones that came from Nigeria and other places, and so many people. Arinze’s wedding was a mini family reunion.
There are so many pictures that I want to share, so I won’t bother you with all the details. I just want to say that I learned a lesson on Friday after drinking a big glass of Pink Moscato on an empty stomach. Never again. Enjoy the pictures.
During cocktail hour, all of us in this picture hurdled around one little seat. Women in high heels are not meant to stand for long. Every single person in this picture is from Adazi Nnukwu, my hometown. We did not plan for this picture to turn out looking like this, but it did. So guess what we called this picture? Check out the caption.
Chinwe is just one crazy girl. The way she’s looking away in this picture, one would think I took her by surprise. But this was actually her pose. Guess we can call it the, “She caught me by surprise” look.
This is Cynthia, one of the stars on The Real Housewives of Adazi Nnukwu. The other three ladies in the picture (Nneoma not included) are her sisters, and she’s the baby of the house. How do I put this simply? Cynthia is a clown. I don’t think I have ever met anyone so bubbly and happy. You can’t really stay next to her and not smile. God bless her heart. She entertained us with all kinds of moves, including singing into a table knife.
When it was time for Arinze to find the garter, home boy just charged. First of all, R. Kelly’s Bump & Grind came booming through the speakers which excited people. Then Arinze off’d his suit jacket, and we all oooh’d. Then he started doing this slow motion moves. The combination of the song and Arinze’s moves (and the way he was taking his time crawling up Chioma’s dress), I fear oh! I thought we were about to witness the conception of Arinze Junior, but alas …
Then the DJ started playing Gyrate by Tony One Week, and the next few pictures pretty much sum up that moment.
The day after the wedding, we were on Cake Duty. Our job was to transport this cake from the table to the fridge — without breaking it into pieces. Since Nonso has a PhD in Economics, it only made sense for him to economize space in the fridge and also economize cake disaster. But just to be safe, I took his picture, so in case he dropped it, there’d be proof of who had the cake.
Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes this post. It only took me several hours to pick these pictures from the several hundreds I took. It was a lovely wedding. My only regret is that it’s over.
P.S. Ms. Dawari asked about my duties at this wedding. Well, I didn’t have as much as Chisom’s wedding. But on Friday evening, I was the official Hold-The-Venue-Open Director. We had a sort of get together at the apartment community center, but someone had to be there to keep the place open, so that was my job. People came almost four hours late. Yay me.
P.P.S. I forgot to take a full length picture of myself. I barely even have half-length pictures of myself. I was too busy taking pictures of everyone else.