Weekend recap.
Where the hell do I begin? We arrived Fri afternoon after getting a little lost. I was ready for divorce court by the time we got to our destination. Steve unloaded the car and what did he have hidden? A big boquet of flowers. But it did not stop there, he had chocolates, fruit, sparkling and a whole bunch of other goodies. I felt like such a shit and apologized for being such a bitch. The view from our room was awesome (see photos in yahoo profile page). And that is about all the nice things I can say about our room. Apparently we had the best one, next to the suites. The bed was hard as a rock, sheets scratchy, the tolit ran on, the towels looked scary, no wash clothes and they boasted of cable tv. Yeah sure, what ever the bar was watching, YOU were watching. In the middle of a program, the channel changed. It was annoying.
We saw pods of dolphins all day long and on Sat Steve saw a Sea Lion. We spent Friday afternoon walking up & down the street eating at every taco stand we could hit. We were in heaven. After rehearsal all of us went to this cool place to eat dinner. We were seated in this atrium (sp?) and humming birds were flying all about. Natural rock formation with water running down them were every where. The food was to die for.
We walked around Rosarita and then took a cab home. Well, those of us of the "older" crowd. The 20 somethings went on to Papas & Beer to see if they could score.
Sat was insaine. The groom got way too drunk the night before and was usless to help set up everything. Steve and I went out for some breakfast to see who was still alive. Found a few hung over people from our group and we recapped to see who made it home. BenDover was still M.I.A., Ben (the best man) ended up walking back to the hotel (NOT a short distance), Chris made it back, but was covered in beach sand.
The big moment finally came. I was fine until I heard the music, I looked at Ben and started to cry! Oh just fucking GREAT! So I pull myself together best as I can and we walk out. I have to remember to smile, so I paste this cheesy one on my face. But I can't look up at the alter, I'll start bawling........I don't know how we made it up there.
The party afterward was great. Lots of drinking, dancing, eating and fireworks. Long after Steve crashed, I sat out on my patio watching the 20 somethings hook up with all the new party goers that arrived that day. Kim could not catch Ben's eye, so she settled on BenDover. How far they went, I don't know. Chris hooked up with Nikki, leaving BenDover locked out of their room. I'm sure there were a hell of a lot more hung over people this morning. Father Don (not a real preist) said a bunch of them were up until 4 am. We saw Father Don and he wife Tequlia Linda at breakfast at 9am. They too were leaving early and Father Don didn't look so good!
It is good to be home. I could not wait to kiss pudd'ns sweet face. He was happy to see us. It is nice having clean, soft sheets! Although, I miss the food already. Those home made tortillas........DAMN! I'm sure I'll post more later. I need more photographic proof.......I stayed comfortably numb all weekend long. I am happy to report I did not give any offerings to the porcilin gods.