my cousin got married tonight, and the wedding was beautiful. they did the khmer part yesterday, but i had to work, so i couldn’t attend. tonight was the reception. it was supposed to start at 6pm, but it didn’t begin until 7:40pm something. i hate cambodians lmao, but literally that’s how my wedding will go so i can’t even say anything. i got to eat good. there were soups, steak, lobster, fried rice, and more. my nephew even pulled up with the gucci belt and he’s in 8th grade lol. they were all dressed nicely. at one point my uncle, whose daughter got married, got on stage and started singing. after he got off, i told him ima need him to sing at least one song at my wedding. he responded by saying he’ll do up to 5, so we might have to make that happen. actually, we definitely have to make that happen. the first dance was a mix of two songs. i didn’t know the first song, but the second song was hold on, we’re going home by drake. that was so fire. my cousin and her husband were dancing, just singing to each other. it was really wonderful. i chopped it up with my cousins, took photos, and hit the dance floor. typically, i’m hesitant to dance, but the dj was playing candy rain, so you know i had to turn up one time for the one time. before we left, people were eating ramen. my cousin told me ramen helps sober people up, but when i got back to the table, my dad was eating ramen. i know he didn’t really drink, so he was just enjoying the ramen vibes. we left with 15 minutes to go. on the way home i couldn’t help but to think about my wedding. and who will be there? and what type of music there will be? and what type of food we’ll serve? and where it will be? and most importantly, who i’ll marry?
i wonder, i wonder.
-ratha, 11:59pm, 12.3.22