Ghetto Wedding Stories

[yasava]

A. I went to a wedding over the summer. It was outside, kinda hot…anyway, there was a DJ at the wedding ceremony playing music while we waited. The groom was late (he needed pants from the mall was his story, how valid was it, I dunno) Anyway, the groom gets in, a few minutes later, the DJ goes “Aight, we ‘bout to get this weddin’ started.” The DJ announces the parents of the bride & groom (luckily he didn’t announce the party as they made their entrance) introduced the soloist before and after she sang. (“Aight ya’ll, that was Angela. Give it up for Angela”) Good thing a judge officiated, so that ceremony was done in under 10 mins once they finally got started.

B. The ceremony and reception wasn’t really ghetto (except for my new sister-in-law having us walk down the aisle to Jagged Edge's "let's get married"-- thank goodness it was just the instrumental), but when my brother got married, we had champagne in the limos. Since the wedding party was so large, we ran out en route to the reception hall. So, someone (I wasn’t in the limo with my brother, so I don’t know whose idea it was) had the drivers stop at the liquor store for more. Since my brother and sister-in-law have some ghetto friends, when we got the reception and walked in, they brought their liquor with them, brown bags and all and raised it up as they walked through the door.