i took part in my first jamaican wedding this weekend. my friend stephanie was the bride. we hosted her bridal shower the night before… little sleep was actually obtained. at some point there was christmas music blasting through the speakers… but nobody could manage to turn it off. morning came too soon. and so began the process of getting ready and enjoying the last moments of her singleness. we piled into the car, all squeezed in. reminiscing of the night before and of their past times. radio blaring 50s ska and oldies. it set us off into a ridiculous fit of laughter. it was quite a site to witness: a rainbow of colors squished together, the bride in the the passenger seat, white fabric overflowing in every direction. we arrived at the church. we dislodged ourselves and made our exit, leaving the bride and maid of honor to reminisce and share their last moments.
the wedding was small and sweet. the couple appeared happy and blissful. and so the ceremony carried on and followed to the reception, which was rained out for about 45 minutes… simultaneously during the drone of the rain, phones buzzed sending messages about a possible war breaking out in kingston. after the madness of the news, the rain halted and so the reception recommenced. dinner. toasts. our musical tribute. yes, i sang with my friends. our dedication to the bride. it was a stellar moment, although the song got mixed up, after a month of dedicated rehearsals. luckily no one noticed, and so we were praised and applauded. the evening soon came to a close. my head spinning from the lack of sleep and all the past days' events.
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