How sweet it is to be loved by you.

What do you do when you go to a friend's wedding? You dont tell your parents. Else, you will have to give an answer to the timeless question: when are you inviting your friends to yours? As if its about you wanting to invite yhour friends more than they wanting to invite theirs. But its always cool.

So again another friend bit the dust, he found his fair (read best, great, good, whatever) price. We all went again, we made the airline industry quite happy. Not with missed flight, cancelled flights, resecheduled and late scheduled flight. They are not complaining I am sure. But it was mad fun. It was a great time. Friends and family meeting up again after such a long time. I think next to airports as portrayed in the movie, Love Actually, weddings are the second greatest places where people meet joyously after a long while, not counting ota (Ota is a Yoruba word for enemy, but when used in conjunction with - or same sentence as - enemy it playfully denotes they are worse than the English translation. Its a Yoruba thing and okay if you dont get it) and enemies of course. They are eveywhere.

Anyway, it was joyous I say. Great time. Saw my friends baby, she has been married a year now. Her family was doing wonderful. Another friend that came, not part of the original clan of friends but close enough, found a love interest. Hopefully it blossoms, then I can go for another wedding soon. Tha last wedding I went to some girl asked if any girl "winked" at me and if I followed up. So I kept my eyes open for winks. Kai, walahi no better place than a wedding to meet fine and fun girls. No BS. I swear. Mo fi ka senu, mo na owo si orun (I touch my mouth and point to heaven - Another way of swearing, the highest kind it seems in Yoruba-dom. Again is a Yoruba thing).

The wedding was great. I think I said it a million times already. But I failed to be guilt into a wedding. Something about watching your friends joined together with someone you know beyond doubt they are a fit for just swells same feeling in you. But I remain that you have to find that one person for you. As we drove away to the airport, they held each other oblivious of me watching them in the rear view mirror and I saw that same familiar thing I witnessed long before they got engaged. I smiled to myself, knowing these ones, like the last one , will do just fine. No fear. My only regret, I did not have a camera to freeze forever the moment I had just witnessed in my rear view mirror.