The Trek to Honduras – Episode 3

I tried to post this yesterday, but Vox/the internet ate it.  I'll try again.

Wedding Day!!

It's Saturday morning and I'm one hungover chica.  Do you know what fixes a hangover?  A breakfast buffet full of scrambled eggs, bacon, chicken crepes with gravy, coffee, orange juice and croissants.  Hell yeah!  I can't say enough good things about that food.  I want it right now, actually.

It's a chill kinda day in preparation for the festivities of the evening.  The bridal party has gone to get all dolled up.  I, not being in the party, am released from such duties and (thankfully) allowed to just chill with the groom and his guys. 

We all hang out in the groom's suite and listen to tunes and order room service.  Yes, more food.  Club sandwiches and salmon and cream cheese sandwiches and tortilla soup with avocado and cream, oh my.  It is certainly no wonder I looked so bloated in my dress.  Oh yes, and beer.  Salva Vida and Port Royal.  Good stuff.

And now that we are good and stuffed, we retreat to our rooms to nap before the event.  We're privvy to the info that the bride won't be showing up until 7 so we have plenty of time.

Fully napped and relaxed, we procede to get dressed.  With Pa in his tuxedo and I in my dress, ha ha.  We're ready to hit the town, or the pool area as it may be.  Aren't we cute?


I forgot to suck in my gut, how lovely.

Off to the ceremony which I got on videotape while trying to take stills at the same time.  Tough job.  The bride and groom were on the other side of the pool in the gazebo area as they had walked across the bridge that was set up.  We plebes were on the close side.  There were fireworks when the couple was announced, singing, dancing (this is all during the ceremony) and the best part, the release of the birds.

Two white parakeets or doves or something with wings were released.  One went somewhere, the other didn't want to come out of its cage.  Poor little guy ended up getting forcibly removed from the cage at which time he chose to just chill on the ground in front of his cage.  A plucky youngster who was in the wedding came over in all of his well-intentioned cuteness and picked up the bird in cupped hands and gave it a little toss in an attempt to get it to fly.

Fly it did.  It zigged and then zagged and then dive bombed the pool where it landed.  I happened to get the happy couple's faces on tape.  I'm sorry, but it was pretty funny.  I found out after that Lovey, IM, and the rest of the party were trying to decide who was gonna have to jump in to get the bird when a maintenance worker scooped it out.  Oh, good times.

There were photos galore taken and supposedly we're in some magazine down there in Honduras.  I just googled it and there are some photos in a couple different newspapers.  Neat.  No, I'm not giving out the links.  I don't have their permission.

Reception was good.  Lots of dancing and drinking and eating.  Best dancer goes to this guy:


He was ROCO all night!

I'd do an episode four but let's just finish up on this happy note and say that customs doesn't like people with common names and an hour in their "waiting room" and an hour waiting for someone in there isn't fun.  More pictures to come eventually as well as a 2 minute mariachi video.  Lates!

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