Journey to the 2nd World, Part 3 - the Price of Sloth

My first day in Cuba:

• Slept until 11am.
  
• Had lunch.
  
• Went to the beach and swam for a bit. Slept.
  
• Went to the poolside and read for a bit. Slept.
  
• Had supper.
  
• Played Zombies!!! with soon-to-be married couple garething and stephtopia. Joining us were K, H and B.
  
• Went to my room with L and slept.

My second day in Cuba:

Screamed like a little girl whenever someone touched my lobster-like carapace.

Moral of the story: Don't fall asleep in the sun even if you are wearing SPF 45 sun screen.

Journey to the 2nd World, Part 4 - Wedding!

In addition to the reminder that, as a mongrel mix of assorted northern and western Europeans, the Sun in not my friend, Tuesday was also the day of garething and stephtopia's wedding.

It was certainly the most casual wedding I've ever been to. partly this was due to the high Newf-quotient. Mostly it was just Cuba.

For the most part, arrangements were handled by the resort's wedding official Deneb. She pretty much did everything. I needed to stand around looking menacing (and really, Steph's bother J had this covered way better then me - he's 6'6" and 300 pounds). Around 1 pm I met up with Gareth and we started to prepare. At about 1:55 we wandered over to the outdoor area where the wedding would take place. The seating was set, the altar was artfully arranged and there was a waiter on hand for serving Champagne. We also has a salsa band playing a variety of pop-hit love songs of the eighties and nineties. It made Steph's friend H cry.

The ceremony was short, consisting of Deneb (Justice of the Peace in addition to her other organizational duties) reading out the relevant sections of Cuban law and pronouncing the happy couple monster man and wife.

Go wander over to their journals or email and wish them a happy happy.

L took some good pictures of the wedding which I will post a link to eventually. These were of the ceremony itself of course, but we also wandered around the resort finding places for the group shots. We all ended up on the beach, frolicking in the surf. Thus, Steph's dress was demolished in short order, and not in the usual way that wedding dresses get destroyed.

We had a few hours to kill before the reception/dinner, so a bunch of us went for a swim in the ocean (after changing into appropriate beachwear).

Supper occurred and we were regaled with blasphemous Newfoundland sea-shanties (the Squid-Jiggin' song was especially terrifying as it combined double entendre with mythos-related imagery). The food was good but not spectacular - we had steak and honestly, I can get better steak in Cowtown.

There were speeches and we managed to horrify other patrons in the restaurant with Newfy singalongs. God have mercy on our souls.

Eventually we all wound up at one of the resort's umpteen lounges. Some of us stayed and drank, others went off to do their conjugal duty (no doubt thinking of England the whole time) and others got caught in the rain. Thus ended a special day for our heroes.