The Wedding Day
So today is the big day for my sharefriends, Ladreena and David. At 5:00 PM in San Francisco, I will stand on David’s left hand side as one of his groomsmen to witness the beautiful, young couple, with God’s blessing, transform into husband and wife in front of a church full of people. Few in the house will be more proud than me.
I have known Ladreena for going on 10 years, David half that time, and my love for them, both as individuals and as a couple, knows no bounds.
Ladreena is a no-nonsense, honesty queen, who on the surface, can appear to be a mean girl. I tell everyone when we met out freshman year at Howard through another mutual friend of ours, I didn’t speak for 20 minutes because I was afraid she would snap on anything I said. But once I got comfortable being around her and we started making jokes about other people (which is always a great way for people to break the ice), our friendship blossomed into something like family. We’ve met each others families, shared holidays together (as two West Coast transplants going to school in D.C., this was necessary), and before she met David, I was kind of like her big brother when it came to the matters of men. And she, like my older sister, always shaking her head in disapproval about some girl I introduced her to, or giving me a thumbs up when I met someone she liked.
Of course, it was through Ladreena, I met David. As I explained before, being the best male friend with a woman involves a little bit of savvy. One must know how to play the role of her brother without coming across as the guy who just never got a chance.
This can be an especially tricky balance when the woman starts to get serious about another guy, and when David and Ladreena started to date, I will be the first to admit I didn’t think it was going to last. But then again, I don’t think Ladreena did either. David took her out for her birthday, which to me already was a wack move just because it was Ladreena’s birthday and who takes someone out for a first date on their birthday? But I digress…
A couple days later I saw Ladreena and asked her how the date went. She said she enjoyed herself, but as far as first dates go, it was a little heavy. David pulled out all the bells and whistles one could. The restaurant was real nice, and had a house band playing during dinner, so David had them play her happy birthday. A sweet gesture no doubt, but again, it all seemed kind of heavy. During the dinner, he also peppered her with some rather serious questions: Things like, “When do you want to get married?” and “Do you want children?”As Ladreena is telling me these things, she’s kind of laughing, and I’m definitely laughing. She’s insisting it was cute, and I’m insisting David is crazy.
Well, five years, one child, and a wedding later, David looks like he was crazy right. And no one is happier being crazy wrong than me.
P.S. Those interested in knowing about whether or not I found a wedding date, let’s just say I’m fine. Happy New Year, folks!