We finally got 2 the bridal shower @ about 5pm, but it didn’t start till like 7:00. Can you believe that one of the organizers sef didn’t come till 8pm…even though she was the one who even said it should start @ 4pm. Which kin rubbish be that? I mean, I’m the queen of African time, but damn!…. not when I am even the organizer sef. Well, I guess I can’t be too surprised. My aunt sef came 2 hours late for her own wedding.
Anyways, the bride was really surprised sha, but mehn, by the time they started, I was so sleepy. You know I was still tired from yesterday’s event. No1 thought about bringin a camera 2 the shower, but thank God I brought mine, so once again, I became the photographer. Unpaid photographer o!
When the bride was on her way in2 the house, we all had 2 be quiet of course, and I positioned myself in front of the door, so I could take pictures of the surprised face of the bride. While we were all in suspense awaiting the grand jury, some lady asked “what are we gonna say when she comes in?” DUH!!!!!!!!!! It’s a surprise party…. what the hell else are you supposed to say other than “surprise!”. Finally, she came up with the not-so-bright idea that as soon as the bride walks in, we should say “Happy Bridal Shower…Surprise!” Yeah right! Who has time 4 all that? Every1 agreed 2 say it sha, but as soon as the bride walked in, we all said “surprise!” I guess it was just a case of reflex.
I was so tired that I didn’t even eat (even though I was really hungry). I just took pictures and pictures and pictures, and bonded with some cute, adorable kids. I just kept looking @ them and imagining myself as a mother. I bet I would be one hell of a cool mom….don’t u think so? Well, who cares what you think? I think … in fact, I KNOW I will be a cool mom. I’ll be a goofy mom and I’ll act silly with my kids. My husband would probably just shake his head every time he sees me and the kids acting silly. But anyways… enuff of my fantasy…
Back 2 reality. We left d place at about 8:45pm. The first thing I did when I got home was to take off my heels. Why do I always put myself through torture ehn? I wore heels yesterday and I have not fully recovered from that one, and then today I put on another pair. Nawa 4 me o!
I kinda feel like typing my book, but I honestly cannot stand another day of typing on this desktop. I feel like typing it but not in my house; but how man pikin go fit do that one without a lap top? This desk top box I have is kinda 2 heavy 2 be lifted and taken 2 barnes & nobles (I love that store!).
Anyways, we go yarn tomorrow. I’m tired.
