I just got back from a week in the Bahamas, and I am downright exhausted from relaxing so hard. I don't know how that works, especially since doing nothing happens to be the one thing in the world for which I possess above-average mental and physical endurance. But, regardless: me=tired. To get back into the swing of things, I've decided to post a couple of travel anecdotes, in case you have never been on a vacation yourself and are curious about how not being home works.
So, without further ado, here is travel anecdote number one: A Story About the Time My Sister and I Ate A Bunch of Bacon and Sort of Crashed a Wedding.
My sister and I started each vacation morning the exact same way: by waking up and killing the hotel breakfast bar. We ate like we were getting paid $50 per sausage and $100 per piece of bacon, and also competing for an additional Cloggiest Arteries Prize to be awarded at the end of the week. (You've probably experienced the Free Hotel Breakfast Buffet Effect at some point in your life, so don't judge.)
After breakfast on Wednesday (or maybe Thursday, or maybe Friday . . . we were not so good at knowing what day it was), we walked out to the beach and saw that there was some sort of weddingy-looking arch set up, so we set up our chairs within reasonable spying distance in the hopes of getting some free entertainment. Sure enough, within an hour, a small group (bride, groom, officiant, and two other people) had materialized under the arch.
Despite the fact that these were complete strangers, I could not resist the urge to run up and take pictures. A wedding was happening within 20 feet of me--you don't go to weddings without taking pictures!!! Who cares if the people getting married did not invite you and are, in fact, occasionally turning around to give you slightly weird looks?!
Here are our pals getting hitched:
Now, I'm sure these two lovely people didn't plan their wedding by asking, "What would be a way to get married and also provide a modest amount of entertainment for a small collection of breakfast buffet devotees and assorted beach-goers?" But that is exactly what they did, and Kate and I (and the random gawkers) greatly appreciated it. This picture shows you a few of our fellow spectators:
I don't know if I get to include this ceremony in the list of weddings I've attended in my life. On the one hand, I did not know the bride and groom, and I was not an invited guest. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure I was standing as close to the couple as I was during my sister Kelly's wedding, where I was a bridesmaid. So . . . we'll give it half credit.