Now this was a wedding that I saw the tape of but didn't attend, so I'm going to try and remember the details.
One of my older cousins (on the ghetto side of the family) was getting married for about the 3rd time in 2 years. I don't know why she decided to make a big to-do like she was 25 and tying the knot for the 1st time. The wedding was scheduled to start somewhere around 3, but it didn't get underway until at least 6. My father and uncle walked up the street and got fresh hair cuts and Harold's Chicken while they were waiting. The church was one of those tiny store front churches (w/no air) and it was the middle of the summer, so you know folks were burning up in there.
Anyway, the bridal party arrives around 6 pm. They don't have a professional sound system in the church, so the bride's son is in the back of the church w/a bomb box and a stack of CDs trying to make something happen. The minister comes in dressed like a Catholic Bishop, complete w/the tall hat, long robes, and staff.
. Then he gets to praying in this high-pitched, wining (sp?)/singing type of voice. He sings the prayer for about 10 min. So they stumble through the remainder of the ceremony pretty uneventfully, and everything is going alright...until the reception.
They had rented a car instead of a limo (but I'll allow that b/c they don't have alot of money). How come, half way through the ceremony my cousin "Bug" ( I swear to God, I don't know what his real name is.), says he's going to go fill up the gas tank on the rental car an COME RIGHT BACK! No one saw or heard hear from him for the rest of the night. My dad had to drive the bride and groom to the reception in his car. The reception was at the bride's mom's place...but they stay in a teeny, tiny 2-bedroom apt. in the ghetto. Now given that your place isn't that hot to begin with, I would think that you would at least clean up, right. Wrong! This place was full of clutter, like it was any old day of the week. To top it all off the bride's mom cooked like it was a regular family get together (meaning you roll through the kitchen and fix your own damn plate, and all the food is still sitting in the pot on the stove).
Yeah...gotta love "the other side" of the family.