I should've known it was a disaster when I noticed no one was smiling when we came in fashionably late.
I took some photos and went straight to the buffet because I was starving. There was ample food left so I was delighted.
I rocked back-and-forth as the Kompa/Compas (Haitian music) was playing. You know I get happy when I'm hungry and about to eat.
I moved the used ugly teal napkins of people who left and sat on a chair covered in a white, slightly molded looking cloth. "Okay," I thought, "This is a budget-friendly wedding."
And then I bit into the food...subsequently losing my appetite. Absolutely gross.
OMG, never mess with a hungry black woman!
I attempted to recover and look for an opened bottle of wine. I saw people who had bottles as I was coming in and went on a quick hunt because I soon discovered that there was only water, soda and iced tea since no one had a bottle opener.
WTF!
And get this, a member of the family became salty, stumbling after he put down an empty hennessy bottle when the groom gave away unopened champagne bottles! The brother of the groom told his sibling to stop and attempted to grab the rest.
It does get worst. A party-goer smashe her face by walking smack dab into a wall, and then the whole party leaves before the end of the party.
I was enraged, but then felt sorry for the bride who was attempting to save face and be apologetic between Pookie and them (the wait staff) collecting plates with ample uneaten food. It is sad to say that people were eating cake to quash hunger pangs.
I learned so much from this reception, but now I am sweating. Why? Because a sister does not have a reception or ceremony site and it is 6 months until the W-day.
My wedding planner and I are still on the hunt for a new reception hall after my horrible decision to get the Cabrillo Bathouse. I'm nervous y'all, I am not fronting.
Send light.
love and balance
darker than blue
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