This past Caturday my uncle decided to make his 9-year relationship with his girlfriend honest. Seriously, NINE FREAKING YEARS! I dunno why she decided to stick around cuz as my dad put it, "She was in it for 9 years, he was kinda all over the place" Anywho, it was a LUV-UH-LEE wedding; there was FREE FOOD and an OPEN BAR!!! The dj and host were awesome and my family really knows how to party.
Now if you've guessed that this post is not about the pretty bride, the pretty cake, and the awesome food and drinks; you've guessed correctly.
In the midst of dancing and acting a fool with the rest of the Chang family I was so excited and really just couldn't hide it. The catering hall that hosted the reception came with a lovely package which included "Party Paparazzi." The photogs would go around and take pics of the guests dancing and such and then put them on rotation on the projector screen for everyone to see. It was all fun and games until I was caught. We were doing the soul train line to Simma Down nah's (Donna Summer) "Last Dance" and I decided to show everyone how it's done and the camera snapped. When the pictures were put in rotation, I saw mine come up and thought I looked really cool; the face was showing how much I was into it and the arms were perfectly placed. When I heard the entire room burst into noises of all kinds I thought, "well damn I must have really shown them" little did I know that I showed them all right. MY FRIGGIN NIPPLE WAS EXPOSED! My male cousin had to run up and cover the screen for me. I was mortified and the entire room turned to look at the girl in the Patriotic dress with the patent leather red pumps. My dad turns to me and jokingly goes, "Way to take the attention off of the couple Ms. Jackson." I believe I became the first black person ever to turn red.
When the bride's family table stared at, pointed at and impersonated me- I cried.
When the photographer and host ran up and reassured me that the pic was deleted- I cried.
When I told my mom (who was nursing my sister in the ladies room at the time)- I cried.
When I woke up this morning and worked up the nerve to show my face at the family bbq- I died from laughter.
This was the dress:
