Wedding Day!

Wait, wait, not so fast.

First, we walked next door to Jackie’s on the Reef –

for a hot stone massage. Check it out, these are my feet, below –

I was totally naked in that little hut, just a few yards from the ocean, while I nice Jamaican lady gave me the rubdown of my life. I seriously went into a trance during it.

Then we all got dressed and gathered on white chairs in the prettiest little corner in all of Jamaica for a quick wedding ceremony.

I did a fantastic job in not losing the wedding rings, and after I gave handed them to Mollie and Jason, then sat down, THEN realized that they still had the black velvet boxes, I loud-whispered, “Mollie! Boxes!” She had a pause while she figured out what to do, then just tossed it to me. Jason did the same. I caught them both and everyone chuckled.

And then that was that.

In her book One Perfect Day, Rebecca Mead devotes an entire chapter to Americans drawn to Caribbean weddings. She describes the effects of the trend on choice destinations’ economies, and speculates what exactly draws these couples to this brand of wedding? Is it the allure of appearing carefree, while enjoying a wedding that was perfectly orchestrated behind the scenes? Are the destinations merely the a way of shrinking a guest list? Is it an antithesis to the “Bride From Hell” stereotype?

Personally, I think it’s because the waterfront island sunsets make for amazing wedding photos.

During cocktails and appetizers we got the paperwork out of the way –

And then got down to dinner and dancing.

I gave the first toast, my throat closed up the first time I mentioned our mother, and then I sobbed through the rest of the whole thing. I’m afraid to watch the video which I know exists, because I’m sure it’s not pretty.

My dad stepped in and played drums with the band for two songs. That hasn’t happened in a while.

The best part of dinner was the spicy lobster skewers. Oh, Jamaican food. I miss you still.

My sister the bride, our uncle, Matt and I were the last soldiers standing. My uncle said when he went to bed, Mollie and I were in the pool, passing a bottle of wine back and forth like college kids.

And my family can still rock a kick line.

Thank goodness. Because one of our parties, without a kickline? Is not a fete I am interested in attending, no thank you.

I only have one more day to upload/chronicle, because after that, Matt and I got on an early flight and came back home. Despite my efforts to stay longer.

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