“Oh shit, her pussy be talking.”
“That’s my sister you’re referring to.”
“Your sister got that good good. That Sergio Mendes ‘Never Gonna Let You Go’ type of pussy.”
“I don’t know who or what that is.”
“Oh it’s a classic song. It will give you all the feels.”
“Right. Anyway, I think this wedding just might happen.”
“I’m gonna get them a toaster oven but like from Williams Sonoma because your sister is bougie. Don’t even ask me to include your name on the card. My gift is going to kill. And every time they reheat a Hot Pocket, they’ll think of me.”
“That’s thoughtful.”
“They’ll probably be able to pass it down to their kids and shit. Generational wealth.”
“I’m glad you think this is funny.”
“What did Jemini have to say?”
“Jemini wants to invite five hundred people to the wedding. She thinks it should be a destination affair, and she’s looking into the possibility of John Legend performing.”
“Pfft, John Legend does not perform for players who come into a game from off the bench. They’re not getting John Legend. Maybe Johnny Gill.”
“Wait, is John Legend on your wedding vision board?”
“What? I … I don’t know what you mean. What’s a vision board?”
“You’re lying.”
“I don’t care who Mr. Legend performs for.”
“Sure. So what else is on your wedding vision board?”
“Shiiiit I don’t really know.” I scratched my head acting like I didn’t know exactly what my dream wedding would entail. I’d only considered marriage one time with Danessa and you know how that ended. “Let me think … okay so boom, beach wedding,lilacs, my wife will have three dresses, one for the ceremony, another for the reception, and the last one for the kick back after the older folk have gone home. Something a tad bit more racy, short, ass cheeks abundant. Cigars, mocktails that are so good you don’t even notice the liquor is missing. My best friends from childhood all hyping me up. Bridesmaids all tens. Food immaculate, vibes top tier. Wedding night sex … scandalous.”
“You’ve given this some thought.”
“Nah, that was just off the top of my dome. I was freestyling that shit. What about you?”
“Small, intimate. Like a micro wedding. Just close family and friends. No great-uncle Lester’s. No random lady who used to know me when I was little, asking me if I remember her. I want it to be one hundred percent authentic to the love me and my husband to be share. Maybe some food trucks like this or In-N-Out Burger. A cotton candy machine. A private moment right after the ceremony, just him and I.”
Shit, sign me up. “That sounds dope.”
“Really?
“I hope I’m invited.”
Danessa leaned over the arm of her chair. “I hope you are too.”
I don’t know exactly what was happening. But this woman was my future wife, and I was prepared to beg, borrow, and steal to make that my reality.
Danessa turned her attention back to her margarita. “Did you know your father was coming tonight?”
“No.” I wasn’t in the mood to talk about parents, but I understood it’s been forever since Danessa had seen my mother.
“It’s nice to see the first-game tradition is still alive.”
