Wedding

So about a month ago, mum told me I was invited to a wedding. The idea of a wedding is kinda annoying to me. Firstly, I never know who is getting married, like my mum is friends with them, and she drags me to see them all the time, but I don't know any of them intimately, and half the time I can't put names to faces. To be honest, I've known them since I was in nappies, so it's a pretty poor showing on my party.
Anyway, she did tell me who was getting married, but since the name held no significance to me, I promptly forgot. Luckily for me, I was able to get around that by asking simply about "the wedding" and never "so and so's wedding" which I personally think was quite ingenius.
The thing about muslim weddings, is they're longer than English weddings, and consist of many days. The first day is the mendi, where you put on henna. Actually the bride to be has it put on her, then her sisters, then her friends and finally the little kid in the corner draws a snowflake in the middle of her palm.

That's what I went to today, so I carefully stayed BEHIND mother, and let her lead to the house that I should have really known but didn't. And when we got in there, there were several aunties who quickly asked me if I wanted to go "to the other house." I politely enquired as to what was in the other house, and was told "everyone is there." So, it made me wonder who exactly all the people that were clearly in this house were. Anyway, they kept looking at me as though I oughtn't to be there, so I waited until a kid that I DO know was going (mainly through a mutual acquaintance: my cat) and then followed her. On the way, we talked about the one thing we have in common (my cat) and then arrived at the house which was again, familiar to me but don't ask who lives there.

Inside, I hung about in the hallway, trying to look as though I knew what I was doing, and observed that in the kitchen there was a chocolate fountain that no one appeared to be eating from. When I asked about it, they said they were going to take it to the lounge. There were about five people that I pretended to know, and then I went to the lounge. To my HORROR, the lounge was PACKED with people sitting and staring at the door that I just walked through. And NONE of the faces were familiar. Thankfully, as I wavered in the doorway, knowing that it would look ridiculous to leave again (and go where?) one of my mum's friends who I can bear talking to called me over.
The funny part is I was completely shocked to see her despite my mother having told me several times she was coming, but I'd blanked it out entirely.

I sat and chatted to her for about an hour or so, then I went to pray, and when I came back she had GONE, mysteriously, you know. Then I started watching this woman who's daughter was demanding that she did a henna pattern on her hand. HOWEVER, when the mother started, the daughter complained again and again and again until she took it herself. I amused myself by telling her the pattern looked like a. a duck b. a duck with many legs c. a cat d. a group of bees. Finally the mother asked me where I was from, and upon saying "sutton" she said : Oh! Are you Nafesa's daughter?
"Why yes, I am" I said. I HAVE NO NAME. I am known only as THE DAUGHTER.
Anyway, it turned out I knew her VAGUELY through my mother talking about her, but had never met her and we chatted for a bit.

THEN the original disappearing auntie's daughter returned and told me my mother wanted me, and then her son who is about eight, was like "comeooooon" and pretty much (okay not really at all) challenged me to a race, so I'm wearing this long denim skirt and since he had a head start it was okay to race properly, and FINALLY caught up with him, of course as we went past this group of adults. Luckily it was dark and I don't think they saw my face hahahahaha.

Back in the "Empty" house, momom and I ate with some other ladies, and then momom decided to sit down and PRAY in their house. I was like ... can't you pray in your OWN house?

So then on our way out we stopped by the "girls" house and these girls that I DO NOT KNOW were like "hi Sarah! Where have you been?" and I was all friendly and shizz and all the time thinking: who are you???????????

Then we went home and the boiler is bust.

What will tomorrow bring? I don't know.