I didn’t post this past week because I went to Miami for a work conference. Alan tagged along because we scored a cheap flight and why WOULDN’T he stow-away for a weekend somewhere fun?
There will be follow-up posts that cover the following topics:
- The $20 mandatory resort fee
- People expecting tips for something I’d rather do for myself
- Accidentally tipping our server $35 because he added gratuity to our tab and didn’t disclose it – for buffalo wings
- The awesome chicken and black beans we had at a Cuban hole in the wall
- Breasts
- The quality of our hotel room – and my fear of losing the security deposit
You have been warned.
For now, I’ll keep it simple with this first post…
Yep. Kind of like this. But not quite.
Saturday we attended a wedding on the beach. By “attended” I mean: the wedding was set up, and our chaise lounges were the closest non-wedding chairs involved and no one asked us to move. (In our defense, we didn’t realize the wedding was in motion until it was already underway – we thought it was a rehearsal until the guy pulled rings out of his pocket… in no small part because he was ALSO holding a bouquet of flowers, which was odd.)
Anyway – there we sat in swim trunks and a bikini (one each, not both on both of us) witnessing their vows, and when the bride kissed the groom, we clapped.
So that’s fun, right? Well, even more fun is what I was thinking BEFORE the wedding took place…
After they built the altar (billowy gauze with ferns around it in front of the ocean), I leaned over to Alan…
“Do you have your phone?” I asked.
“No. Why?”
I gestured at the altar. “How hilarious would it be if we took a picture of us there and posted it to Facebook with the caption, ‘Guess what we did this weekend!?!'”
He looked at the altar. He looked at me. He shook his head at my perverse idea of a gag.
I kept giggling, right up until the real couple walked down the aisle and tied their knot.
I know: what is wrong with me?
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