Well last weekend I went to a wedding. My cousin, Keshia, got married to Myron. The decided to put me as host and I had to wear a black dress. Every girl should have that little black dress in her closet right? Nope not this girl. I went all over the place looking for a simple black dress in my size. No avail. Nothing. Nada. My aunt end up going to this store and found the most hideous black dress in the history of mankind. Well maybe not that bad, but it was ugly. So it is the day of the wedding and I still have no dress. I go to my great aunt's house to see if there is anything I could wear. To my surprise she had one and it was beautiful in my opinion, but it was not for a wedding. BUT I had no choice it was this or the ugly funeral dress. I rather look sexy than dead.

When we got the wedding EVERYBODY called me sexy and you know what...I was okay with that. The wedding was supposed to start at five, but us black people run on CP time and it started and hour and ten min late. Keshia looked beautiful. I have never, since I known her, seen her looked this girly. She is the typical tom boy, but today she was a beautiful woman. As she walked down the aslie, I almost cried because she was gorgous.  The ceromony wasnt too long and the cocktail hour begun. I was on my feet most of the night because of me being a hostess and all. I had to help serve food and drinks. Most of time I was barefoot because the heels I bought for the wedding were SUPER tall. Most likely built for strippers. ANYWAYS, the wedding wasnt all that bad, alot people didnt dance and that is what bothered me and only one person came up for the toss...