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• Arusha Tales... weddings, older men and booze

  Posted: June 19, 2009, 11:53 am by misscaffeineaddict

  weekend headlines...
  so i'm sure i mentioned it before, after landing in nairobi saturday night, i flew out to arusha on sunday for a wedding (it was an S.D.A service) . my mom's collegue was tying the knot and our presence was apparently compulsory. i dragged my friend S with. if i was going down, i was gonna take some one with me.
  the service was terriblly long, despite us arriving 45 minutes late. it was in a half-constructed church, no windows, there was a killer breeze, i was wearing a white top, let's just say it got abit nipply. yes, nipply. after the killer service and the wholel bridal party walking out in slow motion, (there must have been 52 of them!), we finally get to go to the reception.
  
  >>fast forward>>>
  
  we are seated. still wondering when the food will be served. the company is good though. my friend S, three of my mom's collegues, and then another guy, i should call him man, another man joins us. he used to work with mom, a friend of the groom. i first met him when i was twelve. here i am nine years later thinking... hmmmm... he looks nice. this is some one i grew up calling uncle nani*. he was funny, and cool and he smelled good, a successful pilot. then, (insert horror flick sound track) he shows us pictures of his kids! i'm closer to them in age than i am to him! i figure he must be atleast thirty-eight. but still very well groomed and interesting etc, etc. i spent the rest of the reception trying not to pay too much attention to him, which was kind of difficult because he was sitting next to me.
  
  ...they guy must be around fourty. he's old enough to be my dad... but he's so goodlooking... when are we gonna get to eat... where the hell is the booze...
  
  those were my thoughts throughout the reception.
  we finally got to eat. it turns out there was no booze, it was so sad, the whole choir from the church was there so we kinda figured. we each had like five to six bottles of bavaria* which was actually pretty frothy so it was easier to pretend that it was apple flavoured beer.
  
  uncle nani was making me so nervous. the last ime i felt this way around a guy... i couldn't even remember. i was trying to act cool, praying i don't spill my drink, hoping my lustfull thoughts don't show on my face. constanly checking to see if my mom had caught on. looking back, it was hilarious!!! we talked about his work, my varsity life, his kids, when we would finally get to eat, etc etc.
  needless to say, we finally got lunch at around 6.00 pm.
  
  >>fast forward>>>
  
  after a few SoCoLimes* at the hotel's bar, we decided to go to the evening party. my mom found ou that it was open bar. all the churhc folk had gone home. it was time to party!
  we get there, there was an empty seat next to uncle nani. of course i sat there. it turns out the evening party was another reception. for the couple's cooler friends. the food was much better, so was the music, the bride was showing cleavage, when they slow danced, the groom was very openly feeling on his wife's booty...
  back to uncle nani, he was already tipsy, i wanted to see if i could get him to run his mouth, maybe he was interested as well. you can't blame a girl for being hopefull... it was fun. we talked, drank and laughed, we danced a little, you know, just normal wedding stuff.
  
  >>fast forward again>>>
  
  unlce nani and i were still talking. by now i was certain that i had a full blown crush on this man. i didn't want to do anything with him, given the wife and kids/ he's my mom's friend factor, but just liking him was exciting enough. you know what they say about forbidden fruit...
  
  ...maybe it's because i grew up without a dad... maybe it's because he's just a really cool, good looking, successful guy... maybe the wedding is really boring and he's a good distraction...
  
  either way, i had to stop myself from thinking to far. it was exciting!!! i had thought i was numb for the longest time, but uncle nani had single handedly managed to confuse me. *giggle*
  
  what is the worst thing a person can do to put you off? i'm sure what happened next wasn't the worst, but it came pretty close, given the circumstances.
  a tipsy uncle nani started lecturing me about God. not spirituality and living a holistic life... no. about God and Jesus and the gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit. me and S couldn't believe it. and he went on for about half an hour.
  DUDE!!! WHAT THE HELL???
  needless to say my attraction towards him vanished within the first five minutes of the lecture.
  
  sigh...
  
  *unlce so and so
  *tanzania's version of alvaro/novida
  *southern comfort and lime

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