Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
I stood at the wedding reception as the bride and groom swayed to the music. The dancefloor smelled of Hennessy and an ashtray. The groom, barely conscious, teetered back and forth as he and my cousin, the bride, rapped along to Pressa's Deadmihana song.
"Relationship goals!", a rotund woman with an abnormally large forehead yelled towards the couple. People cheered and snapchatted away, while the mothers sat in horror at the tables. I looked to my aunt, the bride's mother, who kept her chin up, but looked deflated. Her daughter's wedding was a shit show.
The groom and all his friends were visibly intoxicated, people twerked on the dancefloor with no regard for the elders and tensions were high after a qabil war during the buranbur earlier that evening.
The banquet hall owner stormed in and grabbed the mic. "The event is over. You must all leave or I call police", he squealed in a thick Indian accent. The families had booked the venue for 4 hours and we were dangerously close to 5. One by one, the crowd reluctantly dispersed.
I looked down at my ill-fitting dress. The one I purchased the night before the wedding, because somewhere between Minnesota & Alberta, my luggage had been lost.
I was jetlagged and felt ugly compared to all the beautiful women in attendance. Somehow, I still found the power to climb into the stretch limo.
Inside the limo was my cousin, her bridesmaids, the groom and his groomsmen. Each man had his own bottle of henny, while the girls sipped the cognac from a flute, feigning class. Every girl except my cousin was drinking. I popped open a sparkling cider, pouring the fizzy juice for my cousin.
"Congrats, Leyla*" I smiled as we all cheers'd, hitting our glasses against each other.
"Owww", Leyla yelped, grabbing her protruding stomach.
"Yoooo,is my youte okay?", her husband inquired about the life growing inside of her.
"Yeah. He just kicked"
"Good", her husband Abdi slurred. "He may be a bastard, but that's my bastard"
My cousin rolled her eyes,pulled a Belmont from behind her husband's ear and lit it. She took a puff as the limo pulled into a hotel.
"Telly party!" Nimo*, a bridesmaid screamed.
Everyone filed out of the vehicle making their way into lobby.
"Mollies,xannies and perkys on deck", yelled Abdi.
Everyone cheered.
This vacation would be interesting.
I stood at the wedding reception as the bride and groom swayed to the music. The dancefloor smelled of Hennessy and an ashtray. The groom, barely conscious, teetered back and forth as he and my cousin, the bride, rapped along to Pressa's Deadmihana song.
"Relationship goals!", a rotund woman with an abnormally large forehead yelled towards the couple. People cheered and snapchatted away, while the mothers sat in horror at the tables. I looked to my aunt, the bride's mother, who kept her chin up, but looked deflated. Her daughter's wedding was a shit show.
The groom and all his friends were visibly intoxicated, people twerked on the dancefloor with no regard for the elders and tensions were high after a qabil war during the buranbur earlier that evening.
The banquet hall owner stormed in and grabbed the mic. "The event is over. You must all leave or I call police", he squealed in a thick Indian accent. The families had booked the venue for 4 hours and we were dangerously close to 5. One by one, the crowd reluctantly dispersed.
I looked down at my ill-fitting dress. The one I purchased the night before the wedding, because somewhere between Minnesota & Alberta, my luggage had been lost.
I was jetlagged and felt ugly compared to all the beautiful women in attendance. Somehow, I still found the power to climb into the stretch limo.
Inside the limo was my cousin, her bridesmaids, the groom and his groomsmen. Each man had his own bottle of henny, while the girls sipped the cognac from a flute, feigning class. Every girl except my cousin was drinking. I popped open a sparkling cider, pouring the fizzy juice for my cousin.
"Congrats, Leyla*" I smiled as we all cheers'd, hitting our glasses against each other.
"Owww", Leyla yelped, grabbing her protruding stomach.
"Yoooo,is my youte okay?", her husband inquired about the life growing inside of her.
"Yeah. He just kicked"
"Good", her husband Abdi slurred. "He may be a bastard, but that's my bastard"
My cousin rolled her eyes,pulled a Belmont from behind her husband's ear and lit it. She took a puff as the limo pulled into a hotel.
"Telly party!" Nimo*, a bridesmaid screamed.
Everyone filed out of the vehicle making their way into lobby.
"Mollies,xannies and perkys on deck", yelled Abdi.
Everyone cheered.
This vacation would be interesting.
I'm going back home to
I like the part about conquering the world & men from every race, thts beautiful 
This tops that by light years
