Arabic Weddings at a glance

posted March 09

Before I begin this, I would just like to say that this blog does NOT represent the weddings of all arabic people, just the weddings that happen where I live. Like I said I’m not the representative or CEO of arabland so, yeah, don’t read this blog then go around and tell your friends OMGAH U KNOW ARABIC WEDDINGS HAVE CAMELS!???

Now that I’ve gotten that cleared up, I have something to say. Every single wedding I’ve been to thus far in this city has been the same. I will explain through pictures!

Sarah thought I was taking a picture of her. Little did she know it was for a blog. Hahahha. Anyway – basic setup. Dessert banquet thingy to the right..it’s usually filled with things no one likes to eat. It’s all these arabic sweets NO ONE LIKES except old people. Where’s the ice cream and candy and suckers and lollipops and is Willy Wonka hiding under this table? I hope so. I mean who offers fruit as dessert??? I feel like I’m in a cabbage patch farm. And see that line of people at the door up there? They’re the groom and brides family. They great everyone as they walk in. I usually am like WASSSSUPPP GIRL I LIKE YOUR DRESS – NICE SCARF – HOWS IT GOING just to see their reaction. HAHAHAHA.

The bride (usually underage) and the groom (usually 50+ yrs and has been married 5 times or more) walk down the stairs. These two were actually cute and the bride seems like a smart chicka so she (successfully) is not an idiot. The speaker usually tells everyone to sit the hell down when the bride and groom come down but no one listens. Really every 5 minute he’s like OK NOW EVERYONE SIT DOWN and I’m like WTF are we filing a line for reccess? Everyone crowds around the stairs and if you go up to take pictures every gives you a dirty look. Like rly you’re standing right beside me so stare on meanyface.

Lisa had this idea of testing the candle out by sticking some garbage inside it (to keep ourselves entertained). At least you know there are no problems with the oxygen. Keepin everyone safe.

Until it burst into flames. I’m a certified firefighter (in my dreams) so I put it out.

Everyone crowds around the bride and groom after our dinner of the typical chicken, mashed potatoes and limpy lettuce salad. They all dance to arabic songs sung by some random guy with a nice voice. I did not dance, because I don’t like too. I’m not putting on a show for these old men. No way.

Mel and Sam. Awww how cute. Sam was a bridesmaid. But the way she worded everything it was her wedding. Oh well.

The super duper famous dabke. It’s a special dance all arabs know how to do. I know how to do it, but I’m a newbie. It gets pretty hardcore you know. Everyone holds hands and they skip their feet up and down with the beat of the music. Go youtube it if you’re really interested….I guess. I usually refrain from these things because the person I hold hands with always gets all sweaty and it’s nasttyyy and I always get some lady holding my hand so tightly like she’s giving birth.

Me realizing that I did really chop off my hair. Damnit.

This picture is solid proof of why I hate Melissa. Seriously Lisa was taking this picture of me and out of nowhere when the flash comes on Mel tries to run in like WAY TO RUIN THE PICTURE!!!!!! IT HAD A CHANCE!!!

What kind of web owner would I be if I didn’t infest my website with pictures of myself? Hehehehehe. Okay that was a joke but honestly here now you know what I look like currently.

I only put up this picture because Lisa said she really liked it and I felt all gushy inside. AWWWW!!

Fellow scarfed girls hustlin flowers from all the tables like it’s no ones business~

When Lisa found out that roses have thorns. O snap!!!

And that folks, is an arabic wedding. Minus all that chicken. It was really good.

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