At this point I'm sure everyone reading this must think that Andrew and I filled our honeymoon with exciting adventures and thrilling excursions, but I'm here to tell you that day 5 is not one of those exciting, magnificent days chock-full of magic and wonder, so in opposition to my last post, this one will likely prove to be brief.
After waking up and eating my regular pound of Jamaican Bacon, we headed over to the beach to read, lay out in the sun, and partake in bikini envy. Perhaps that last bit was just me. Anyway, since there wasn't a whole lot going on, I took sone random photos. Enjoy.
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| Are they hot dogs, or legs? Even I can't be sure |
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| My pretty piggies! |
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| This is a good picture. The better picture would be his face filled with rage after I took it, though. |
After beaching out, we went to the Bella Vista grill for lunch, and Andrew got the Jerk Burger, while I jumped out of my comfort zone and tried the exotic grilled ham & cheese sandwich. Ha. It was yummy, though. While we were sitting discussing lunch, and possible other excursions, we were reminded of one of the couples who went to Dunns River Falls with us, because they said they were going to try snorkeling. Andrew queried how we could contact them, since we didn't know their names, but lo and behold they were sitting right behind us!
We had a nice chat, and discussed their not-so-great snorkeling experience. Apparently the waters were choppy, which resulted in the water rising over the snorkel and getting into their mouths, which they admitted was not pleasant. They did also say that the view of the reef was gorgeous, but that there was not enough time allotted to swim to the other side to see the sunken ship that was on the East side. After hearing their pleasant and honest account of their trip, we decided that, given I feel I might die at any time whilst even partially submerged in ocean water, this might not be the best excursion for us. We thanked them, and went on our merry way, as we had a busy afternoon planned. Yoga at 3:00, meditation at 4:00, and a photo shoot on the beach at 5:00.
2:30 rolled around, and Andrew and I were in the room reading. He says, "Do you really want to do yoga? It's probably going to be really hot." *Disclaimer- Andrew is totally allowed to complain here as, A) he gets extraordinarily hot in even temperate conditions, and B) he has been getting up every other morning to work out at the fitness center. Try hard. * To which I reply, "Honey, I didn't even want to really go in the first place." Thus, the 4:00 meditation didn't happen either. I mean, unless you count lounging around in a bathrobe mediation, in which case there was lots of it. And then some nap time.
Waking up around 4:00, I woke Andrew up and said, "Come on, babe, we have to get ready to do the photo shoot!" To which he said, "This is going to be so awkward. People are going to be around us and on the beach and we're just going to be in their way." So we called the photographer, Kenesha, to tell her we would not be attending the shoot. More napping.
The starlight dinner was slated to start at 7:30, so we un-comatosed ourselves to make ourselves presentable. Despite having been to the beach party just days prior and figuring I knew the ropes, this gala was a lot different. The chefs and decorators really pulled out all the stops, as there was arguably even MORE food than the first outdoor gala, and ice sculptures to boot. Preettty snazzy.
As luck would have it, we sat next to the couple we were talking to at lunch, and (for the first time in four days) actually thought to ask them their names! Nick and MJ are from a suburb of Chicago, and were very cool, and we had an awesome time hanging out with them at our table. Another really nice couple from Poughkeepsie, NY joined us at the table, too, but despite them being really pleasant we didn't get their names. Maybe we have a subconscious four-day rule?
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| Andrew is either ruining this photo, or making it amazing. Probably both. |
Meanwhile, a group called Ebony was performing in three part harmony to some killer songs, and although part of me wanted to dance, I was just too winded from the long and exhausting day we had. That was totes a joke. Andrew was too hot but assured me he would save some dancing for the after party on the Sunset Beach, so I let him off the hook.
Nick, MJ, Andrew and I headed over to the after party, but every spot was already occupied at the bar and tables, and they weren't playing any music we were super fond of dancing to, so we bailed pretty early and went to the Bella Vista bar where our good friend Brian was once again serving up tasty libations.
The four of us talked quite a bit, with some intermittent conversation with Brian, about the weddings we had, the stresses, their hockey teams and Stanley Cup themed wedding cake, and lots of other things, when Nick mentioned something to Brian along the lines of, "Do they get a lot of celebrities at this resort?" Brian had to think for a moment, but then replied with, "Oh ya, mon. Just last week Will Smith came to de bar."
Hold. The. Phone. Will Smith? Here? Maybe even in the same spot I'm sitting? I kind of lost it.
"Ohmigosh really? Did you talk to him? What did you say? Was he super nice? What room was he in? Did he shake your hand? Can I shake your hand?"
Brian laughed at me, but he was awesome and shook my hand AND answered all of my questions. Will Smith is SO nice, he was not staying at the resort, but he did shake Brian's hand and he likes to drink Cape Cods, which is what I was drinking all week! We're like, practically besties.
I GOTTA QUESTION I NEED TO ASK SOMEBODY/ WHY IS IT THAT WHEN Y'ALL SEE ME AT A PARTY/ Y'ALL BE LOOKING LIKE "OOH HE A MOVIE STAR, HE AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE OUT ON THE FLOOR WITH EVERYBODY"
My infatuation infused conversation came to a close, and we talked about other, non-stalkerish things, until Brian had to make a call to another bar and I blurted out, "Oh my God are you calling him, Brian? Can you ask him if he'll come back?!" Again, laughs at me- not with me. IDC.
We then parted ways with Nick & MJ and went back to the room, to rest up and get ready to tackle a (hopefully) much less lazy day ahead.
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