As Mark might say: Holy shinola, what a day. The wedding ended a mere 2 hours ago, and it was possibly the best wedding of all time. It's no offense to all of us who had great weddings also, but Eric and Genevieve held one for the ages.
We started Saturday by sleeping in late after a long night of hitting clubs. Well, one club, and it didn't start to fill up until about 3:30 a.m. Apparently, San Sebastian parties late. And luckily there were no museum trips or nature hikes or squirrel pettings to get up for -- just the spa for massages. Lunch followed at 3, where Genevieve's gay friend Andy left the straight guys in the dust when it came to looking for naked boobs on the beach. Then a quick change of clothes and we were off to the wedding.
The cathedral where the wedding took place was the oldest building in San Sebastian, and the priest may have been its oldest person. Still, he held forth on the benefits of having 3, 4 and even 5 wives, or so we understood from his English. It was an amazing ceremony, and when we all left the cathedral, there were dozens of locals gathered around to cheer on the couple.
Then we were off to the reception, where people ate 6 courses of Spanish food and got absolutely crazy on the dance floor. Even 10-year-old Pablo shook his thing and took turns dancing with pretty much all of the hot women.
The braver among us are still out partying in the local clubs, but Mark and I have (wisely, I think) turned in for a good night's sleep. Genevieve's sister just now gave us a look of doom when it was clear we weren't going back out with them. We face the challenge of either altering or adapting to our early Monday morning flight, so we'll need all our rest to make it happen.
Stohler, out!
We started Saturday by sleeping in late after a long night of hitting clubs. Well, one club, and it didn't start to fill up until about 3:30 a.m. Apparently, San Sebastian parties late. And luckily there were no museum trips or nature hikes or squirrel pettings to get up for -- just the spa for massages. Lunch followed at 3, where Genevieve's gay friend Andy left the straight guys in the dust when it came to looking for naked boobs on the beach. Then a quick change of clothes and we were off to the wedding.
The cathedral where the wedding took place was the oldest building in San Sebastian, and the priest may have been its oldest person. Still, he held forth on the benefits of having 3, 4 and even 5 wives, or so we understood from his English. It was an amazing ceremony, and when we all left the cathedral, there were dozens of locals gathered around to cheer on the couple.
Then we were off to the reception, where people ate 6 courses of Spanish food and got absolutely crazy on the dance floor. Even 10-year-old Pablo shook his thing and took turns dancing with pretty much all of the hot women.
The braver among us are still out partying in the local clubs, but Mark and I have (wisely, I think) turned in for a good night's sleep. Genevieve's sister just now gave us a look of doom when it was clear we weren't going back out with them. We face the challenge of either altering or adapting to our early Monday morning flight, so we'll need all our rest to make it happen.
Stohler, out!
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