Black Love Is A Beautiful Thing: Miami Edition

I’m in Miami!

I feel like I only update this blog to tell people what city I am visiting. I really have like 8 other blog posts about real issues in Draft Status. I promise.


I’m in Miami because one of my dear friends (and soror from my undergrad chapter) is getting married. She’s originally from Miami (though she lives in the NYC with her boo), so this was the perfect excuse to visit Miami. This is actually my first time ever in Miami (if you don’t count my international layover flights) and I am a bit intrigued by the city. My dad always talks about the “light” in Miami, meaning the sun. Even though we’re people of Southern California, he swears the sun shines differently here. I can see it. It’s nice, I’m loving it. We’re staying at a cute hotel in Miami Beach. I am quite surprised by the beach here, by the way. It’s much more tropical-feeling, compared to SoCal beaches. The waves are smaller, but the waters are clearer and shallow. It’s beautiful. I arrived here Wednesday and I am leaving on Sunday. To say I was very much in the dark about this trip is an understatement. Like, I really just got on the plane and made sure I had hotel reservations. I had no idea what was planned for all these days, or what would be expected of  me. Turns out a lot is going on! I’ve had a full itinerary of things to do every day. I think I need a vacation from my vacation. I’m not complaining though. I am having tons of fun with my chapter sorors and friends from MIT. It’s almost as if we are back in school again, helping each other out with whatever it is needs to be done.

As for the bride and groom, they are so cute! I cried 5 times yesterday at the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. And even though I have seen the run-through for the wedding ceremony twice, I am sure I will be a mess at today’s ceremony as well. I dunno how I will make it through my own wedding day, when the time comes. I’ve gotta work on my weakness for sentimental moments.

I’m an usher in the wedding and I’m pretty nervous about it. I have to roll out the carpet thingy for the bride to walk down the aisle on. What if I trip and fall, or it doesn’t roll out properly or something? Do you know how clumsy I am when I’m nervous??! I’m much more comfortable with my other duties, which is walking the bride’s mother and grandmother down the aisle. That’s easy peasy. Ha. Pray for me!

As many of you know, we spend a lot of time beating the dead horse harping on the “tragic successful single black woman” and how she “can’t find a good black man.” While I have always maintained I don’t know any tragically single successful black women, it’s always good to witness something the media and naysayers try to tell you doesn’t exist. It happens, people. Everyday. Black love is a beautiful thing, and it’s always a blessing to witness a wedding for two people who love each other.

Well. I guess it’s time I hit up my favorite poolside bar & grill before I get myself ready for the wedding festivities. Smooches!

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