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energeticTopic: Daily Musings
First of all, so sorry to my dear friend Heather, who I had inavertantly left off my list of frequent readers. Forgive me!
Secondly, I am going to try and recollect all the goings on around Sarah's wedding to the best of my ability. Forgive me (again) if I leave something out or "mis"remember a detail or two.
July 4th, the eve of Sarah's Bachelorette
Sarah and I drove into Boston on July 4th, to the Residence Inn on Tudor Wharf, and conveniently found free parking behind the hotel. What luck, because parking was running $28/day! We settled in, grabbed a quick (and also free due to a long wait for it) turkey club sandwich, then changed for our evening out. We were headed to the waterfront for a special edition Salsa Cruise, which was going to be 3 hours of dancing and fireworks over the harbour from the boat at the end! For such a special event, we had to get all dolled up. I found a cute little faux wedding veil for Sarah to wear, and we had some fun with it.
We walked downstairs to the other girls' rooms, and met up for a few laughs and final touches on everyone's hair and makeup. Fortunately, we grabbed two cabs very quickly to the Long Wharf, however, one cab driver was a bit more knowledgeable about the area and dropped half of us off right near where we needed to be, and Sarah and I and assorted others 3 blocks away. Poor Jamie Jump had to walk in mile-high stilettos to the correct location, and just then... it started to sprinkle. Fortunately, the cruise was rain or shine, so we knew we were getting on that boat no matter what. While some of us took the dance lesson...
The rest of us tried to get drunk! There was a cool little bar on the pier with some interesting characters around it. Jamie asked this guy for his picture and he obliged!
After the lesson ended, we waited in a pretty short line to get one the boat. Immediately I headed right to the buffet line- I was starving, as usual. It was your typical Puerto Rican fare, pork, chicken, empanadas, rice with beans, plaintains, etc. It was just like the food I ate in Guavate, Puerto Rico... remember the food that made me violently ill on my honeymoon? Let's just say, uh, I should have known better.
Right away we started dancing. The first floor was merengue, bachata, reggae, reggaeton, and some pop and regular hip hop. I knew almost every song. Upstairs was the hardcore salsa crowd, dancing on a piece of cardboard... wet cardboard at that. I briefly put on my suede-bottomed salsa shoes, but changed just as quickly when I saw how fast they were going to be ruined!
We all had some fun dances that night, but my most memorable might have been when Maria asked Johnny Giraldo from Salsa Y Control to dance. He swung her around like a rag doll and made her look good doing it! Pretty amazing!
Later, Olaf from SalsaBoston.com spun Sarah and I gracefully around the floor, showing us both such a good time that I could have gladly danced with him all night!
The least enjoyable dance must go to this random guy, who was wearing Playboy Bunny PJ pants and a tank top. I kid you not. Our interaction went something like this:
- Him: You want to dance?
- Me: Okay, sure.
- Him: Do you remember me?
- Me: No, should I?
- Him: Yeah, you should. I've met you before.
- Me: Ok, what was your name again?
- Him: Jose.
- Me: (thinking) Jose? Such a generic name. Do you know how many Joses I meet every time I go out?
However, what I said was, "Uh, okay." and danced out my song with him. He was a kind of fresh dancer, so I made my move away from him as quickly as possible.
After the mishap with Mr. Playboy Bunny, we watched the fireworks (obviously amazing) and got off the boat to try and head towards Mojitos for the free afterparty. On our slow and meandering walk there, we came across the Black Rose, a famous Irish bar. We just couldn't resist taking a nice long rest... and ended up staying there instead of moving on to Mojitos. It wasn't my choice of final destinations, but everyone needed a break and a beer, so that's what we did.
What a fantastic evening! I loved every moment, and I am pretty sure Sarah did too!
(One unpleasant side effect- while shopping in Marshalls the day after the party, 8+ trips to the bathroom did nothing to soothe the sweating, nauseous mess that I was. I have never been so sick in my life- including that most horrible evening in Puerto Rico. I will never eat comida criola again!)
Next time, the wedding day!
