They had a nice video of the real wedding which took place in Punta Cana, a splendidly pleasant DJ named Christian, an actual Candy Bar, and of course at the end of the night - in true classy nature - the bride was a drunken mess who loved her life more than anything.
Daniel was a charming gentleman the entire night, we had an abundance of intimate laughs - most of which took place during his requested song Hello by Lionel Richie. There also happened to be a University Mathematics Graduation party going on next door, filled to the brim with orientals (not to be prejudice in the slightest, but I didn't see one white person) who all looked exceptionally fabulous in their party dresses and gowns. Naturally, Daniel peeked into their party, ran back over to grab me (while not wearing shoes) and dragged me onto their dance floor for a little bit of inebriated, obnoxious and explicit gyrating for less than a full song before sprinting to a table, grabbing a rose, handing it off to me and jetting back to our own party where the bartender was happily waiting.
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| There was a sandcastle |
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| This is my Oma looking fabulous in her sparkle gown. |
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| 'Nuff said. |
On our way out we grabbed more candy, souvenir shot glasses, and the top of the wedding cake that nobody touched because they forgot to place out a knife. The ride home was used for telling terribly inappropriate jokes and upon apartment arrival we got cozy and silly with Photobooth:
