I am praying my face does not end up in your e-mail inbox with the subject line: GHETTO WEDDINGS PART 2. Yes, I will admit I BLACKPEARL was in a ghetto wedding. *gasps* I will be sure to discriminate in the future in regards to the weddings I will participate in. As much as I love to get dressed up and look cute, I don�t like to participate in disorganized chaos. And that�s exactly what this wedding was. It was so bad that the ***dress maker (see below) from hell never finished one of the girls dresses in time so the girl could not participate in the wedding. The wedding was delayed by 2 and a half hours while we waited for the dressmaker to complete the dresses and deliver them to the church. Mind you that the lady has known since February that she was going to need the dresses ready by June 11. *One of the intended groomsman announced 3 days before the wedding that he did not have the money for his tux so he would not be able to participate. *One of the guys in the wedding part had gold fronts that he refused to take out. *The flower girls (there were 4 of them) managed to sprinkle about 5 rose petals down the aisle. The rest of the flowers managed to get dumped out of their baskets near the alter. *The ring barrier (who was my cousins 10 month old son) fell asleep while we waited and waited and waited for the dresses. *We found another little boy who had on a tuxedo be the ring barrier. I have come to the conclusion that my wedding will be at some fancy resort in Jamica or the Bahamas and I plan to have the resort plan as much of the small ceremony as possible. ***The (black) dressmaker from hell- Back in April I arranged to meet with the dressmaker. I agreed to drive an hour away back when gas was $2.54 a gallon to allow the dressmaker that my cousin hired to take my measurements. The women had me wait more than 4 hours before she returned our call to let us know that she was home and I had better hurry up and come over to her house because she had other stuff to do. From the minute I walked into the women�s all blue house, she was rude. So rude in fact that I decided she would never see a penny from me and I proceeded to find a local dress maker who happened to be Asian and completed my dress in less than 3 weeks. (((Quick sidenote: Mr. Man asked me last night if I could picture us married. I bashfully replied Yes. He says he can picture it too.))) The move is still on. I�m not so much worried about moving in with Mr. Man as I am worried about trying to make most of my stuff and his stuff work in his house together. His house is not huge and the closet space is limited. Already I have 4 bags of clothes that I will take to the Goodwill this weekend�.but if you look in my closet you would never know that I had got rid of anything. I spent most of yesterday evening packing and I feel like little progress has been made. Did I ever mention how much I HATE moving???
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