We took a deep breath late last Saturday night. The wedding was, well lets just say the minister was a bit rough on the edges. He managed to forget about the unity candle and went and sat on the side chair as the music played. We took it upon ourselves and walked up to light it and he never saw us, he approached us near the end of the song and told us to go light it. I had to show him it had already been done. At the end of the service he managed to forget my last name and pronounced us Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Duffy.
The reception was good. One of the better ones I’ve been to recently. The DJ was good and most of the people were out on the dance floor at some point or another. Most of the time people tend to stay in their seats and the DJ has a rough time getting people involved. The food was good, drinks were strong and I got carded by the bartender. She knew I was the groom and she even came up and talked to us during the meal. She also knew Kim, but for some reason she decided to card me and refused to give me a drink until I showed her my drivers license. Seriously, who gets carded at their own wedding? The reception was over at 9 and some people hung out in the reception hall until 10 because they were too drunk to go anywhere else. Kim and I went up to our hotel room to get changed and came back down to the bar where we hung out with some friends and family until about midnight.
We checked out of the hotel Sunday morning and headed back to her parents house to open presents and go through the cards before we left on our honeymoon. I scribbled down a list as she opened and we finished in time to have a quick lunch before the airport limo picked us up.
Flights down and back weren’t bad. We arrived about 20 minutes early each way. The hotel we stayed at in Cocoa Beach, FL was very nice and had a balcony that overlooked the ocean. We got on the cruise ship Monday morning and waited for our departure, not realizing that the ignorant passengers over the next few days would make us want to get off.
Apparently the 4 night cruises attract a good mix (to be politically correct) of people. To be fair, the ignorance among them was shared equally among the various races, but unbalanced between the passengers. It seemed to be about 75% ignorant and 25% nice passengers. There was people coming to the formal dinner dressed as pimps and doo rags on their heads. They also thought a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt was “formal.” There were people shouting in the hallways and kids running everywhere. Not to mention the various times they cut us off in line. We couldn’t wait to get off on Friday. I even had a lady try and jump over top of me when getting off. She ran into my luggage, said sorry and tried to brush it off like she wasn’t trying to cut me off in line. I almost turned around and back-handed her. Stupid biotch. We did manage to make it through customs with 9L of liquor duty-free. The allowance is 2L per person but he decided to be nice and not charge us.
Overall, it was fun, but I’m sure glad its over. No more stress about how things will look or if everybody will be there. We finished writing all our thank-yous last night and had our Christmas cards done and ready to go a few weeks ago. Now we just relax until Christmas. All the gifts have been bought and just need to be wrapped.