With the calamity of losing Dorothy and me looking like Nick Nolte’s mugshot all of last week, I forgot to tell you how our trip to the Dominican Republic was … FAN-Flippingly-TASTIC. Paradise. Palm trees. Fruity cocktails. Flip flops. Sunscreen. Coconuts. No shoes, no shirt, no problems. All of that and more.
So you probably want to see photos. Eh?
Ok, just for you all. Here we go!
Secrets Sanctuary Cap Cana, Dominican Republic
The bride and I challenged ourselves to water aerobics. There were hand weights involved.
The resort hired me as their new teppanyaki.
We danced quite a bit. This dude smelled like an old sweaty tube sock. Feathered hats are so hot right now.
This dude didn’t smell like a tube sock. He is dreamy. But, I really wish he would stop staring at my chest. Yes, they are attached.
I drove everyone to the wedding ceremony … without spilling my drink.
It was the epitome of a beautiful, Carribean setting. Could not have asked for a better spot.
The bride and groom were stunning. She wore white accessorized by pink shoes. They said vows which included I do’s, and this time it wasn’t at the jail. Captain’s log: If you are getting married in a different country, you must legally exchange your for richer, for poorer’s in the U.S. In Charlotte, NC, the for better or for worse’s take place at the jail. The “preacher”/magistrate lady stands behind bullet proof glass. It is an enlightening experience. I hope everyone gets to serve as marital witnesses at the jail at some point in their lives. Consider it bucketed.
We are pretty. But, of course not prettier than you. You’re pretty.
And, we danced some more.
There were dinner rolls involved.
We were sad to leave. This is the ‘Puter Hub being sad to leave. With a dinner roll. Bow tie, still in tact.
And, until the next trip which is in t-minus 41 days. But, who’s counting? Bon voyage, my friends.