Yesterday was the closest I have ever been to being a wedding crasher. Derrick and I were fortunate enough to have been invited to our friend's cousin's wedding reception. This cousin is a complete stranger to me. Although she is Ugandan, she normally resides in Chicago and was marrying a white American that she met while in the U.S. My friend tried to recruit me to act as a representative to the groom's family, since none of them could make it out to the wedding. And it is very important in Uganda that the bride is not married off to some family-less, American charlatan. I was too shy to give a speech on behalf of the groom's family, but Derrick (the next best thing to foreign after the white girl) was up to the task. You'll be able to read about that on his blog.
The ceremony overall was really beautiful and very well organized. It also gave me a chance to take some photos with my lovely new camera.
Multiple cakes are ordered so that each esteemed guest of the bride and groom can take one home with them.
While the cakes were very impressive looking, the taste did not match the looks.
Everything from the table settings to the ceiling lights were decorated by the theme colors: pink and white. Here you can see the wedding invitation, addressed to "Mr. and Mrs. Carr." When our friend Bridget asked if that was okay, I hesitated a bit, my thoughts stammering to find a response. Derrick brought it up later "You thought it should be Mr. and Mrs. Diaz didn't you?" He knew the reason I hesitated wasn't because we weren't married, but because I couldn't decide if I liked his last name.
Doing the wave. Yes, the wedding party dances in while doing the wave. They even have nifty silver sleeves on their left arms to enhance the wave. I don't know if this was intentional.
The bride was very beautiful.
The head table where the wedding party sat was piled with drinks and flowers.
This is the gospel group that performed. But that's obvious right?
This little girl really liked to perch herself in the middle of the dance floor.
The MC reverted to a never ending list of terrible euphemisms and awkward statements, but no one seemed to mind.
Yes, they light the cakes like fireworks. They also set off bazooka-like poppers filled with graffiti.
The first dance, done to Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get it On." Really guys?
Remember those cakes that go to esteemed guests?
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