Many people go to complain about the Miss Venezuela. Of horror and awe, I have left many with their "Are you crazy? I do not see that shit. "Say what you want, but the Miss Venezuela load it all. And it leaves us in what they call Mexican novelas wedding. Marriages is that Venezuelans are a derivative of culture and canned exaggerated, steals the show and toed to which we belong. As much as we try to perfect a foreign surname pronounce or say Pantin time to discuss Pantene Shampoo (Note: that I did it Geva ago years, yes, you, know who you are, piece e'cursi.)
Whether you are single you have not saved the matrimoniazo with all its paraphernalia included. Because your sister got married or your college buddy, your cousin, the head of your boyfriend, or a shaman and a voice called you "what crabs being single in Caracas" I said, "Go join me in a marriage."
here every bride wants to be "original" and do something that no other bride has done before. We can not marry as in other countries, the family, the priest, clothing, small cakes, the group of corduroy office who does not play bad The Police and now. No.
This a small oil-rich country and are 100 to 200 people, medium and large are 500 and embarrassed. People get married and the next day you call Joaquin Rivera "Look Daddy How was your eye? My event itself was warm. "And no matter how these people who says" woe to tell someone niche dad, because marriages throw away all that side. "
have seen marriages cage of birds and of course that "release" doves, and the resulting crap guests leaving the bride's father as well as I literally paid for shit. Has emulated the lobby of a hotel, have Guindado emulating art museum, forests, theaters, to have made such concert, and trapeze artists have Guindado ceilings.
have gone into a room and say,
"Well look, I want you to put everything in the room is always outside, and everything that goes outside in "and so the roof looks like a garden and outdoor party like a lounge. In fact, I'm sure that there are already one who handed out 3D glasses with the invitations.
can not ignore the lavish event on the shores of the beach, where everything moves in Caracas to the coast, and the only thing different is that the white dress and the guayabera paths have arepas boyfriend sweat. The bright faces in the photo are catching box. Brighter than the collar of the old Titanic. No way. Of course the guests have a dress "floaty" but the procession is packaged just like in a dress that looks like part of the sentence of God when Eva threw away to paradise:
"give birth to your children in pain, and when you're in a procession uncomfortable dress with a cut that will be very ugly, a color that makes you look like a bad harvested vegetables and you'll have to get off the mule because decent girlfriend does not pay his own courtship. "
come in and beat nine or ten to the party and the decor always makes you feel that you got on the ball at Epcot Center. Passes shock and you will not see the couple anywhere, but you know that came from the church because going to the right will be three or four little boys, dressed, dressed up and thrown on the floor trying to sleep. There will be only one running a woman who pursues gown shouting: "Raul Ignacio, if not stop, we go to the house NOW!"
will also see an old woman in a dress of one of those colors that do not fit anyone, like Barney purple, sequins, stones and feathers may be covering everything but a pair of tits shock, do not stop watching or waiters, or youth, or anyone. Do not see them with morbid but with a face of "someone tape the lady please!"
That old, often very bad makeup and the popcorn on the head bow is steep champagne, and as you know, since you announced your code, this is the one peeing in line at the bathroom at two in the morning (always queue at two in the morning in the women's bathroom) and have to get charged, not to mortify coy bride.
'll see in a corner in the distance, the couple pretending that they are kissing while the photographer directs. The thing should be half private, but have a lot of lights above, plus half of the family and the people who are coming and want to go to greet them scratching. "Ok, Gloria, and bowed to the girlfriend, now if I can go get a whiskey? "
This is the kind you see stuck to the same waiter every night, pouring himself a drink more yellow than Homer Simpson. It's going to come out throughout the video, nobody will know who he is, not because it has coleado, but because it is the husband's friend Gozón college boyfriend, who sat on stage whenever he could and said into the microphone "where are the grooms? To rise yaaa! "That was the most cotillion took, was reprimanded because the musicians tried to play the drums, and yes, was the abnormal he started a small train, which was the hit of all the aunts and even the poor grandmother with her hip surgery.
Among the codes of marriage is that of the tequeños. There can be no tequeños matrimono Venezuela, but the brides always want to invent an original appetizers. Reduce tequeños and you spend a tart "and land" with tail and shrimp but you can not wrinkle the face and tell the waiter "no thanks," and the offending type.
tequeños you know that are present but are rare. So you say, or that I had an excess of Manual de Carreño, grab your napkin and serve you in threes. You know that the innkeeper with tequeños not going to see again in a while.
At one point, and after eleven at night, open the buffet table. It's like watching the moon a werewolf. To more sifrina old, dressed in what Boris would call a brilliant column, pushes and shoves to nudge ahead in the queue. Just when he finally touches you, and you have your dish that seems to collect cans at charity dinner, the bride comes to you.
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