The goulish wedding

Last night I had a social obligation to attend a wedding ;the invite came for one of my in laws acquaintances, I thought to wear something simple, so I scrambled through my closet to find something suitable, in an instant I remembered a simple red Jenny Packham dress that I had never worn previously and had been a gift to me by my husband on valentines, It wasn't exactly my style but I thought it would be a sweet way to surprise him before I attended the wedding, and it did, anyhow I'm running off course here but I thought I'd relate everything of last night's adventure, Anyhow my ensemble looked good with the silver heels and a studded clutch, Usually my in laws take it to extremes to dress for such occasions, the weddings I've so far attended were an array of couture gowns displayed on very stylish young ladies, and classy interiors run down to the smallest details.Thus I didn't think this wedding would be much less although I had been informed it was a "Bedu" wedding. I merely thought they had bedu origins like the rest of us, but BOY! I was in for a surprise.

When I walked in I was met with a glare of the shabby hall lights, it was like going into a high school cafeteria, the women were dressed in....-No, scratch that I cannot begin to describe it.
It was horrible! They're makeup reminded me of an 80's take on vampires, they're hair was done up and curled and straightened and then curled again and pulled up on a mountain over they're heads. That was the least of it of course, the brga3 wearing women (Oh, Yea) with they're eyes tinted in and out with blue eye shadow, were a nightmare, something out of a horror movie, and they kept glaring at everyone else...I mean were all female, take that thing off!

The hardest thing to do was not to laugh, I know I may sound like a complete ass but when the music started they looked like a stamped jumping here and there, dancing with complete confidence, I had to put my hand on my mouth, put my head against my sister's in law neck and when a little boy with his thob cuffs turned over his elbows, his getra in a complete mess over his head and his mother -who looked like the witch of the west come for revenge- pulled him along with all the pride shinning in her face, I just couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It was a joke! And when I started to imagine the horror the bride must be if these were the "Family" I cringed inside, And then looking down at my watch I noticed it was already close to 12 and the bride hadn't announced her entry, usually it was around that time, I tapped my heels waiting for her to come in, the sooner she was here the better, I seriously wanted to get out of there by then.

When the time passed I was so impatient I turned to S, "Wayn el3roos?"
S, "Msh jaya...3ndhm 3ayb td5al."
I was stunned, WTH! the bride entry was considered inappropriate when all these women were jumping around, dressed in the most vulgar dresses imaginable?!
Talk about double standards!

Needless to say after that proclamation, we decided that there was no more to see, with that we thanked our hosts, said goodbye to the family and walked out to the car, we left just as they announced dinner, which must've been another horror.

Good riddance to that!!