|One of the pool areas at the resort.|
We made it to and from Cancun without incident. Well, maybe a few incidents, but nothing illegal or permanent (at least I think). Right before we left I came down with a nasty case of what I can only assume was life threatening tuberculosis (or a gross respiratory infection). So, our vacation started with me running on very little sleep and a lot of prescription steroids -- and with orders from my doctor to wear a mask on our flights. Not kidding.
Because we had to catch a red-eye, we stayed at the Double-Tree hotel by the airport after enjoying an evening of shopping, dinner, and drinks with friends. It was past my husband's bed time (and he had apparently used up all of his cheerfulness for the day), so checking in to the hotel amidst all of their construction was a bit of a headache. After we weren't able to print our boarding passes in their business center, he was done being nice. Period. I stopped at the front desk to ask for some assistance. The incredibly nice girl pulled up our reservations (but still was not able to print our boarding passes) and said "Oh, I see you are traveling for a wedding. Are you getting married?" We both snarled, "NO."
I then informed my sweet husband I had eaten his delicious cookie. "You ate BOTH of them?" "No," I said, "I ate yours and am saving mine for later." He didn't laugh.
Sometimes it would be better if I didn't speak.
|Waiting for our flight in Wichita|
|Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?|
|He's smiling on the outside, but inside he's dying.|
We arrived at the luxurious Moon Palace Resort and were immediately offered a cold towel, flowers, and a cocktail. Jackpot. After being shown to our rooms, we quickly donned our white Kansas legs and went exploring.
|The view from our balcony.|
|Seriously the most comfortable bed on the planet.|
|The gorgeous Cancun shore.|
|Masters in self-photography.|
|Great minds think alike!|
|My husband and I|
|My husband and his baby brother|
|Myself, my husband, my father-in-law, my mother-in-law, |
my brother-in-law, and my sister-in-law.
While I was being pampered, my husband went golfing. On the course, some sort of monkey creature (the locals called them Mexican Raccoons) stole beer from the golf cart while he was putting. My husband heard his golfing partner yell, "Get out of there, you monkey bastard!" and turned to see the sneaky little thing going in for the heist. When they returned to the cart, one of the beer cans had two holes in it and beer was spraying everywhere. Later he heard a similar story from a female golfer (except the monkey/raccoon stole her purse and dragged it into the jungle).
I think my favorite part of the resort (besides the naps and all-inclusive room service/drinks/food) was getting to put on make up and a pretty dress each night. Even when you don't feel well, or feel a little pudgy from too many Christmas treats, makeup and girly clothes can lift your mood. I rarely wear makeup anymore (although I know I should); watching Cars over and over and playing with play-dough just don't give me the urge to get fancy.
The agenda that night was dinner at a delicious Brazilian restaurant, drinks at the Sky Bar, and a bit of dancing at a techno club called Noir. We had a great time hanging out with our good friends Dan & Trish, who we don't get to see nearly often enough -- even though they only live an hour away.
|A giant piece of bacon(we're talking 3"x4") at the Brazilian restaurant.|
I couldn't even try it, just looking at it made my stomach turn.
The men at the table, however, were in heaven.
|Dan & Trish|
|Trish and I|
|Some of the guys playing pool at Sky Bar.|
|Some of the ladies|
Friday was wedding day, the whole reason for this wonderful trip. I was in charge of doing a few of the bridesmaids' hair (which, I'll be honest scared the crap out of me -- I have hated doing formal hair ever since an unfortunate incident 5 years ago with an evil "Prom Mom"). I was pleased with my work, even if I was shaking in my Toms the whole time.
|Headed to the wedding|
After everyone was ready and pictures were taken, we headed to a beautiful gazebo where the wedding would take place -- at nearly sunset -- with a view of the beach. It was... breathtaking, beautiful, perfection, gorgeous, absolutely stunning... and every other adjective describing the most fantastic and intimate ceremony in the history of ever. The music was perfect, the guests were happy, the groomsmen were handsome (and appeared sober), the bridesmaids were gorgeous. The couple was truly beautiful. And happy. So happy. I don't believe myself to be exaggerating when I say that there wasn't a dry eye there. I am not generally a crier at weddings, but when the bride came down the beach with her proud father -- in a carriage -- pulled by a single white horse, I couldn't help but cry. I felt like a very proud big sister -- even though the groom is my really husband's brother -- so very proud of the man he has become and the beautiful (inside and out) wife he has chosen. The whole even could not have been more perfect.
|The wedding site|
|Wedding programs (that doubled as fans), crafted by the bride.|
|The beautiful couple. Copyright - KJane Designs|
|Miami Vice: "the drink" of the trip.|
|After the ceremony, at cocktail hour.|
|My husband giving marital advice.|
After the dinner reception ended, everyone went out for drinks and dancing. I was feeling pretty puny and quite exhausted by the time we made our way back to Noir. Apparently I wasn't doing a good job of hiding it, and must have had a mean-mug look on my face -- someone told me to "lighten up", and then I received an unsolicited hug from a bartender (he hugged me before asking if I was married, and then gave me a shot -- and he wasn't taking no for an answer). I sucked it up and danced for a few songs before we made it back to our room to pack.
I will admit I was a bit sad to begin packing. Three nights went by much too quickly -- not to mention feeling sick put a damper on many of the things I had hoped to do (swim with the dolphins, drink too many margaritas, go for a run, do Yoga on the beach...). Although naps and late night room service are two of my very favorite things -- and I did a lot of both. I got to spend a lot of quality time with my husband, see the most beautiful wedding ceremony, and was able to catch up with two great friends.
The next morning we were up with the sun to check out. We wandered around a bit to see if we could find a way to spend our remaining "resort cash." We quickly discovered that everything was incredibly overpriced. One salesman in particular seemed quite keen on selling me a "very reasonable" blue diamond ring. He was disappointed when I politely told him that my budget was no where near his prices, and I informed him that everything always seems reasonable when you are the one doing the selling.
|One last goofy mask picture (I refused to wear it on the way home).|
|Because that's what CrossFitters do.|
|Adios, Moon Palace!|
|Dallas airport at go-to-hell-o-clock in the morning.|
|So happy to be greeted by this smiling face!|
*Disclaimer: this is NOT a Mizzou shirt, it was a random find at
Target and is actually navy and yellow.
|Delicious dinner from the greatest mom on earth.|