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When Nna Married Adanna ... [Pictures Included]

I was there ... live and direct! And I was even seated on the third row of the right side of the church. It was on Saturday, May 14th 2011 in the very cold and very windy city of Chicago, and I was there to see it all happen. Wait. Let me rewind. When Mr. Shoes introduced me to Nna in 2009, he told me that Nna gave the best hugs, and then, he urged me to go ahead and get a hug. No, no, Mr. Shoes had not personally experienced Nna's warm bear hug, but apparently, he (Nna) was popular with the ladies for giving the world's best hugs. I was very tempted to reach in and latch unto Nna, but I thought that perhaps, that may not be very ladylike. Or normal. Or sane. So I controlled myself.

Fast forward to 2011 when I heard of Nna's wedding. Oh, yeah, I had to go. I had to go get my hug. So off I went to O'Hare International Airport. I will spare you the details of my flight being delayed both ways, and by the way, that whole patting down thing is so not as exciting as I thought. For one thing, a woman patted me down. What's the fun in that? I wanted to be groped and fondled by a big, strong man. But I digress. Yeah, so Nna's wedding ...

I don't know if it is a custom with the people of Chicago, or whether Nna and Adanna gave us all something to eat, drink, and sniff before the wedding day, but somehow, the wedding started on time. And when I say "on time," I mean on time. The wedding was set to begin at 4:30pm, and by 4:15, the dashing groom walked in ... and guests were already seated! What?!?!?! This does not happen in Maryland. In Maryland, we start the event three to four hours after we say we will start the event. And then, during the reception, the late-coming guests carry your food into their cars in trays, leaving you, the celebrants with nothing. Take-away toh bad!

I was so impressed with everything about this wedding: the timeliness, the decor, the fashion, the music, the food, the people, the ambience, and of course, the bride and groom. Before the wedding, we (I, Mr. Shoes, Older Brother Shoes, Wife of Older Brother Shoes, Brother to Wife of Older Brother Shoes, and another couple and their forever-smiling baby) had brunch at an Indian restaurant. This was my first and only time eating Indian food. Before we went, I was worried about three things: (1) Will this food cause me to have diarrhea? (2) Will this food cause me to be bloated? [My dress was fitted], and (3) Will I be back in time to do all my "nlecha" (shower, make-up, hair etc).

To God be the glory, there was no bloating or diarrhea, and the food was okay, although I don't remember the name of anything I ate, except the mango ice cream. However, I barely had enough time for my nlecha. I didn't even get to curl my hair, and I could not walk fast as I stepped into my five-one-quarter inch heels. They were so comfortable --- until I stepped on Chi's toes. Ouch.

That was when he saw her walking in. See how he's looking at her with corner, corner eyes of love.

 

 

Walking in with her older brother

 

Who released the laughing gas?

Let me see your face, baby

 

 

 

You may kiss your bride

 

 

Dance, dance, dance!!!

You may not have noticed this, but Adanna is a laugher. The girl was laughing and laughing. But at least, she had a reason to laugh: it was her wedding. What was my excuse? Each time she flashed her teeth, I flashed mine, too, and I don't even know what compelled me to laugh. She just has the kind of spirit and laughter that causes you to laugh right along with her. There are men in love, and there are MEN IN LOVE - the latter being the ferocious love :mrgreen: Nna was [still is] a MAN IN LOVE. It was in the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he held her. It may all sound like cliché, but ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am here to convince you that it isn't! Leave your opinion at the door and take mine. It is settled.

Oh, how could I forget? Nna's father gave a memorable and laugh-out-loud funny speech. Don't judge me for the part of the speech I do remember: when a husband and a wife are mad at each other, they should both go to their bedroom to iron issues out, and each person should stand on their side of the bed --- naked! If for nothing else, I will get married for this. That said, I cannot confirm or deny that I was picturing Nna and Adanna doing this. Do not judge me. Let he (or she) who is without sin cast the first stone.

... And of course, I got my hug --- on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday!  The girls are right. He does give great hugs.

To Nna and Adanna, I now consume the contents of a Fruit Punch-flavored CapriSun pouch in honor of you and your union. May the good Lord keep you happy, healthy, fulfilled, and crazy in love. Amen.  ;-)
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