I drove me mum to her grand nephew’s wedding. The ceremony and reception were held at the Grand Tradition in Fallbrook, which is in North San Diego county. Took us about an hour and half to drive there. Didn’t hit any traffic until just a few miles away from the site on the two lane country road that leads to it. It was devilishly hot there 91° in the shade, it was just a tad warmer sitting in full sun in a navy suit. Thankfully the ceremony was short and sweet. Bryce only had to sponge off his head 5 or 6 times during the nuptials.
We sat with Kathi and her friend Del and Sharon’s half-sisters. Kathi looked good and we both thought her hair style was cute. Pretty typical wedding reception stuff though they did do some things out of the traditional order. They did violate rule #77 of “The Rules of Wedding Crashing” which was pretty annoying. But that was not the only thing broken that night. They also set a new Guinness Book of World Records for the thinnest slice of wedding cake ever recorded, I could almost read a newspaper through it. It was if Cosmo Kramer was slicing up the cake in back with his deli slicer set to “invisible” . As the server was plunking down shavings for mom and myself I felt this urge to just slap my slice on top of hers and ask for another one. To add insult to “injury” on the table behind us another server was placing huge ( easily 6 or more of ours) chocolate slices (ours were yellow) at an unoccupied (at the moment) table. I was close to doing something about this injustice but the DJ had gotten into full swing and the music was really bothering mom’s ears, so we left. Oh by the way those few precious morsels of cake we did receive were very tasty.
Later I was musing on how I would have responded if I happened to be a large stereotypical black woman: With finger waving no-no-no, I’d be saying “Oh no you don’t, you call that a slice of cake? You trying to tell me something- are you saying I shouldn’t have any more cake than that. DO I LOOK LIKE I’M ON A DIET, ARE YOU SAYING I SHOULD BE. Listen here sista you’d better be flowing me a real slice of cake lest I’d be smacking you up side the head with this pantyliner of cake slice.”
Well cake drama aside it was a nice affair in a spectacular setting.
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