12/02/2007
Al's Mexcellent Adventure, Days Four and Five: A Wedding and a Hangover
A day, Saturday, my wedding day, in pictures -- many thanks to Matt, Jaquie (who apparently doesn't like being referred to as a coked out lesbian on the internet; my bad, Jaq), and a perhaps bisexual Spaniard who followed us around for an hour, making us pose in very odd manors, until I was near punching him in the eye and he left us alone.
The Groom:
A really cool picture of Will in a ridiculous hat:
The dudes:
During the ceremony, Dennis Quaid watches a kite surfer:
Fists of victory:
The happy couple:
The wedding party:
Ever'body:
(Then there was a dinner, which was the best seven course meal of my life, but apparently there are no pics of it. Whatevs.)
White people dancing:
Drinks, drinks, and more drinks:
From there the reception ended up getting a little too hot and was moved to the discotheque, where my faux cousin Jeremy and I did the world's worst teuila shot (I took it down, looked Jeremy straight in the eye, said "excuse me" and walked outside the front of the disco where I calmly yacked for the next three minutes. Everything got out, lunch, the seven course dinner, the mojitos, everything, all because of the hot bag of garbage they called a shot. I don't know how Jeremy kept his shot down, but he agreed that it very well could have been a shot of luck warm urine.) So, yes, I puked on my wedding night. All fucking class, this guy.
From there, there was a hostile takeover of the disco's ipod and twenty drunken idiots all standing in a circle, screaming Piano Man at each other. The Wife and I bounced soon after and went back to our room to consummate our marriage.
And by "consummate our marriage" I mean "eat club sandwiches and chicken fingers, drink Coronanitas, and pass out watching Arrested Development DVDs." Like I said, class all around.
Sunday: I was hungover. It was sunny. It was my sisters birthday. I was hungover. We had sushi and some Asian food. I was hungover.
That's really all I remember.
Up next: Drunk Monday and Tulum Tuesday
The Groom:
A really cool picture of Will in a ridiculous hat:
The dudes:
During the ceremony, Dennis Quaid watches a kite surfer:
Fists of victory:
The happy couple:
The wedding party:
Ever'body:
(Then there was a dinner, which was the best seven course meal of my life, but apparently there are no pics of it. Whatevs.)
White people dancing:
Drinks, drinks, and more drinks:
From there the reception ended up getting a little too hot and was moved to the discotheque, where my faux cousin Jeremy and I did the world's worst teuila shot (I took it down, looked Jeremy straight in the eye, said "excuse me" and walked outside the front of the disco where I calmly yacked for the next three minutes. Everything got out, lunch, the seven course dinner, the mojitos, everything, all because of the hot bag of garbage they called a shot. I don't know how Jeremy kept his shot down, but he agreed that it very well could have been a shot of luck warm urine.) So, yes, I puked on my wedding night. All fucking class, this guy.
From there, there was a hostile takeover of the disco's ipod and twenty drunken idiots all standing in a circle, screaming Piano Man at each other. The Wife and I bounced soon after and went back to our room to consummate our marriage.
And by "consummate our marriage" I mean "eat club sandwiches and chicken fingers, drink Coronanitas, and pass out watching Arrested Development DVDs." Like I said, class all around.
Sunday: I was hungover. It was sunny. It was my sisters birthday. I was hungover. We had sushi and some Asian food. I was hungover.
That's really all I remember.
Up next: Drunk Monday and Tulum Tuesday
Labels: Al's Mexcellent Adventure, Mexico, pics, Stuff You Probably Don't Care About
Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home
<< Home
