A blog dialogue- The Wedding

1/3 walks into the bride's room looking radiant in the soft lavender strapless dress that was hand chosen by the bride. She closes the door behind her and walks directly over to me and Diva who are dressed in dresses that match in color but not style. We are focusing on doing our duty of assisting the bride when she pulls us away and whispers

'Can I talk to you two?'

I look over at 1/3 and see the concern in her eyes and I immediately get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Luckily the bride was busy talking to Deja, the fourth and final bridesmaid, who was expressing her annoyance with being on her period while still having to dress up.

Diva and I walk outta the room, closing the door behind us just as Deja broke into her master plan for safe uterus removal making the bride break out in deep throat laughter. Which was needed, because her nervousness was getting on everyone's nerves this morning.

'What's up?' Diva turns to 1/3 giving the 'this better be good' face.

'Well, I was just talking to Rashan and he was telling me that the groom is still drunk from last night.'

'WHAT!?' I can't help but raise my voice a bit, but quickly quiet down thinkin the bride is right behind the door and can probably hear me. Sure enough, I see her head pop out and she looks at me.

'What's going on?'

'Nothing.' 1/3 and I respond quickly and smile nervously. 'We're just talking about the fight that 1/3 and Charles had last night….he may not be here.' I said the first thing that came to mind and placed an arm around 1/3, who quickly began to nod sadly.

'Awwww, sweetie. Give him a call and try to work things out. I want all of you here and happy on my day.'

Diva walks over to the door and says 'Focus on yourself woman. We've got this…' laughing softly, she closes the door leaving the bride inside and turns, giving me the side eye and walks straight through me and 1/3 in the direction of the groom's room. Me and 1/3 look at each other, shrug, and immediately follow the trail of heat that is exuded by Diva's steaming form.

As she cuts through the main church, we follow and I look at the finished product of the bride's vision. Purple posy's accentuated by white daisy's were strategically placed all around the expansive church tied together with sheer white cloth. It was beautiful, and as guests of the bride and groom began filing in, they commented on the exquisitely built canopy that stood at the front of the room, awaiting to house the love birds.

'Desy, 1/3!' I turn and see KB waving as -1- kisses KB's newly tattooed wrist trying to pull her attention back to her. Swag is sitting next to them and our eye contact causes an unexpected smile on my face. 1/3 sees my reaction and says

'What was that?'

"What?...nothing…' I shrug weakly and keep walking, but stop at the sight of Queen and Jintu sitting cozily. I raise an eyebrow but don't say anything. Sitting a row behind them, is Niga eavesdropping on Zephi and Cannon as she argues with him over his use of the phrase 'getting butt', Niga shaking her head every now and then at the trivial conversation that she can't resist listening to. I look behind me, and catch 1/3 chatting it up with Britt and 1980 who just walked into the church.

'Hey, we gotta...com'mon let's go…' I pull her in the direction that Diva had disappeared into a few minutes earlier, and as we get closer to the groom's room, we hear her sarcastically conversing with the culprit, Rashan.

'Can you explain to me how he's STILL drunk?'

'I don't know. I mean, I just took him out to this joint that I love and taught him the commandments, while drinking and having a good time. I honestly didn't pay attention to what everyone was drinking or how much. I'm no one's keeper.' shrugging, his face began revealing his annoyance at this conversation

'Did you really have to have the bachelor party LAST NIGHT? I mean, you knew what was going to happen, big head.'

'No I didn't. All I knew is that we were gonna have a good time. Look, he'll be fine by the time he has to stand at the alter… Just let us take care of it.'

Don walks out of the groom's room at the sound of Diva and Rashan's conversation and stops at the sight of me with my hair piled high in soft natural curls leaving my shoulders exposed in the spaghetti strap, thigh high slit form fitting bridesmaid's dress.

'My my miss Desy. Don't you look lovely.'

'Why thank you Don.' I walk quickly past him and enter into the groom's room. There stands One Man fully dressed from the waist up. His pants are laying perfectly pressed on a hanger in the closet provided, which offers me the in person view of his ashiness.


'Wow One…' I shake my head in amazement at his stubborness to NEVER wear lotion.

'Wha…? I'm not trynna get wrinkled…' He shrugs

'I am SO not talkin about that One… Lotion?'…. He shakes his head no as my attention gets pulled to the other corner at the sound of he groom throwing up in a small garbage can. Dessex is standing next to him laughing at his misery.

'I told you last night to ease up man. Why didn't you listen…' Dessex walks over to me and gives me a hug

'Hey, can you go get him a glass of water and some crackers. Please… we need to get him ready within the next hour and it is SO clear right now that he is no where near it.' I give Dessex a pleading look and he looks over his shoulder back at the groom who is revisiting the garbage can for the 3rd time this morning.

'Alright… be back in a few'.

'Sweety, how are you feeling?' I know it's a dumb question, but I gotta ask as I walk over to him and lean forward to get a gage on his facial. Not good….not good at all.

I pull out my smelling salt that I bought specifically for this reason and hold it underneath his nose. He pulls up quickly and sits back in the chair. I pull out a rag and start wiping his face as I begin my lecturing

James walks in just as I finish and he walks over to me.

'How's he doing?'

I shrug and look back at the groom.

'You know this isn't a good sign. I don't understand why he got so tore up if he…' not finishing the sentence, he just shook his head.

'Look, we are not gonna over analyze this situation Jay. Last night and today's throwing up can be a result of his nervousness. That is not a ridiculous notion at all. Now think positive and help him out

Don walks back in, accompanied by Diva, 1/3, Rashan, and Dessex who is holding the water and crackers I requested.

As the groom begins putting some nutrients back into his body, Rashan tries to shoo us ladies out of the room.

'Look, Soum'll be fine. Now go back to Eb's room and get her situated. She's gonna need ya'll.'

As we walk outta of the groom's room… we hear commotion in the main church and rush over just in time to see KB shouting angrily across the church at Britt as she is being held back by -1-….