I start with the 1 .oz of champagne then i put the very slight splash vodka in, then the 2.5 oz of cranberry juice and finally I put the 1/4 oz of cherry juice in, if done correctly the drinks mix as you pour them in.
First I must say that I tasted champagne for the first time, it’s not all that, there is something too sparkly about it, but that’s just me. But in my opinion I would much rather take a sh. 1000 bottle of sparkling wine than a sh.10000 bottle of champagne.
Second, to all those who had a long 4 day weekend… I loathe yet envy you and secretly wish that you’re all still hangovered.(i had to work on Friday and Monday)
Third, I attended my first wedding in ages, Eve's wedding and yes, no matter how much she tried to rush it, the baby bump was still showing, or maybe it was all her back fat that was spilling over in that ill fitting dress. Didn’t she realize that she would be gaining weight with the pregnancy? Honest to god she looked like a cheap fat stripper on her so called ‘big day’
But if you ignored the inappropriateness of her dress, the wedding was absolutely beautiful.
At the risk of sounding like one of those commentators on the wedding show, I will say that it was just the right amount of glam, without appearing like an attempt to flaunt wealth. It was a small wedding; invite only, more friends than family.
I took the boyfriend as my plus 1. He hates weddings but so do I and I wasn’t about to suffer through that alone.
At some point during the service, the pastor was addressing singles and mentioned that you never know where your future husband/wife could be, he/she might even be in the room as we speak.
The boyfriend and I had been playing tic-tac-toe on my phone, silly game but it passes time and is a great distraction without necessarily talking, just passing the phone back & forth sort of like 12 year olds flirting.
For some reason I couldn’t quite concentrate on the game after the pastor said that, the boyfriend didn’t even seem to notice, I doubt he even heard, something about men and multi tasking.
The thought of getting married to T.B has often crossed my mind, but it never really seemed real until now. Imagining myself in that tight little ugly white dress and him standing tall and handsome pretending not to notice as we made vows we would probably not keep.
Could I really? Forever with a man? This man in particular?
Then there would be kids and in-laws, mortgages and bills, joint accounts and assets.
Seeing him everyday isn’t really a problem, in fact it’s practically how the situation is now but knowing that I do not have the choice to not see him is scary as hell.
Right now we are content because we have no major issues binding us, we can afford to giggle and play tic-tac-toe during a ceremony but what happens when we have to be the responsible pretentious adults who shout at the kids to stop playing and pay attention. Is there a school where people learn these things, a sort of finishing school where they tell you to reduce your drinking, be home by 9 to tuck in the little ones, stop using curse words, cover up the tattoos and piercings, have quiet sex and worse still… have sex only once a week coz the other 6 days you are too tired or the kids are in your bed.
T.B is 28; he always said he’d be married by 30. Never once has he specified whether or not it is to me. I am not reaching out for a proposal here; god knows am less than ready, but a girl can wonder right? Does he picture me wife-material? I don’t picture myself anything wifey but I do love him. And no, that’s not enough to warrant 2 people to get married; there have to be so many more factors that precede love. Love is a necessary but not sufficient condition for marriage.
Which begs the question, am I wasting my time with him, better yet am I wasting his time? Should we be out there meeting and courting our spouses to be.
I, the handsome rich billionaire who has enough maids to do the work and a wine cellar that can keep me happy for our ‘forever’, (for him I would even be willing to develop a taste for champagne.)
For T.B, a nice, timid, pretty home-girl who learnt to cook and clean at age 7; the kind of girl who works 8 to 5 and still has time and energy to get home, cook supper and still look beautiful enough that he is willing to take out his daily frustrations on her in bed.
Better yet was the pastor right? was my future already in the room with me? are we already on the verge of our forever together?
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