Christy and Byron were married on the lawn of Stan Hywet. Afterwards they partied up the night with all their family and friends.
Note: At times throughout this blog I rap [ or attempt to ] I dedicate those attempts to Christy and Byron.
They met on a lake, partied and talked, fell in love and their happiness was never gonna stop. [ rap it. it rhymes. Go with me here people. ]
Her dress is gorgeous, lacey and white.
And her shoes and her jewelry were shiney as what???
He was looking kinda sharp, tying a windsor knot. Gettin’ ready for his wedding, lookin’ pretty hot. [ more rhyming words for rapping. ]
Come on, admit, she looked fly in that dress. She was all dolled up for the man of her dreams. She was marrying the man who calls her bunny.
The day was perfect, it wasn’t gonna change. Their guests were antsy waitin’ for this thing. They were ready to witness Christy and Byron exchange rings. [ eh…. I reached hard for that one. AND NAILED IT ]
Byron was waitin’ for bunny and was standing kinda tall. She was gonna say “I do” and they were ’bout to have it all. [ ok, that was good. ish ]
They tied the knot, and what do you know, they’re bound to each other and they’re gonna spend the rest of their days sippin’ beer on the lake. [ this one does not work, but let’s pretend it was a more post modern attempt at rap ]
They got on the bus, their friends were all there. They were boozing and cruising and there was love in the air. If anything you can tell that these two were great — so come on lets kick it to old 97 cafe! [ ok, so, this is like the end of the song from the Fresh Prince when when he is pulling up to the mansion. Visualize it. There. There it is ]
They got to the bar gettin’ ready for their guests, lovin’ on each other tying up bunny’s dress.
Their introduction was crazy, their guests were real loud. They were chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool and happy for the couple who are so frickin’ cool.
Their friends’ were amazing,
makin’ all them cry.
Then these girls took the stage and got an applause when they rapped to this couple who killed it earlier that day.
The reception was crazy, dancing was never gonna end.
They partied all night,
and the kids were alright. [ get it. get it? It’s a kid’s hand holding the ring. Child labor laws? ]
Then she popped the champagne, she was real bad a** , and poured booze in his mouth and he took it like a champ.
It was the end of the night and the party was over. But their lives are just starting, cuz they are true lovers. They looked at each other and were finally there. To sit on their throne as the Barlows of Bel-Air.
[ Epilogue: My lame rap was inspired by all the lovely bridesmaids’ who rapped to the Fresh Prince ]
