After a year and two months, we finally got our wedding album. True, it took me close to nine months to get started on it, and then a couple more months to find a smoking deal to bring the price down, but it’s done and finally, last week, it showed up on our door step. And because I can’t wait to get home to see it, I made Jamie look at it on Skype so I could see it.
While flipping through the pages he came across a picture of him standing at the altar waiting for me to walk down the aisle. “Wait a second” he says, “did you Photoshop my scar out?”. Oops. After debating whether I wanted the scar in our wedding photos or not, I had originally photo shopped his scar out of the big pictures. That is until he said he loved it and wanted to keep it in. I thought I got them all back but I didn’t realize this one still had his nice, beautiful, scar-free head in it.
Before and after Photoshop
As destination weddings go, this one was my personal favourite. And aside from the end of the first night, this was the best week of our lives.
Everyone loves the first night of vacation. After weeks, months, sometimes years of planning you are finally on vacation. Free of all the responsibilities at home. Everybody loosens up a little, usually a couple drinks are had, and there is a general feeling of excitement in the air. Add to that the fact that we were a group of 50, ready for a week-long vacation in paradise where there would also be a wedding and the excitement was just too much.
As first nights go, this one was up there as one of the best. We arrived at the resort around 7 p.m. and after a bus ride full of beers everyone was feeling pretty good. One of my bridesmaids, who had arrived earlier that day, stood with her husband and a tray of 40 drinks and handed each person a drink as they got off the bus (because the whole bus was our wedding party). What a welcome!
Everyone checked in, dropped our bags in the rooms and headed down to the restaurants for dinner and inevitably, a few more beverages…Or a lot more, some shots, and then a few more beverages.
Dinner (and drinks)… just the start.
Once that was done, we were a crowd looking for a good time. So what’s the next thing on our list? Let’s head down to the beach for a beach party!
We grabbed some drinks and headed down. Now this is where things start to get a little fuzzy. At some point between the bar and the beach we all decided to go straight into the ocean. Everyone but my husband just went straight into the ocean wearing our clothes (he went in in just his white underwear). Some of us took our phones in, some of us took all our money and passports in and some of us even took our cameras in. Apparently we threw caution (and some expensive electronics) to the wind (or sea). We were like a bunch of children playing in the waves. It was chaos. Beautiful, brilliant chaos.
Oh the chaos…
Once we felt we had had our fill of the ocean for the evening, we headed to the 24 hour bar to continue the night (because why wouldn’t we, we’re on vacation). So in we go, wet clothes and all. No need to change. By this time we were starting to lose people. My mom lost her husband; they eventually found each other and had my sister show them how to get back to their room. My mother-in-law lost her way to her room so my sister showed her, and the best one of all was my uncle Jeff. After coming to the bar for a drink, he said “Alright! I’m off to bed!” And was gone… until half an hour later when we happened to glance out the window and see him walking by the bar looking confused. My sister ran out to discover he had been wandering around trying to figure out how to get back to his room and when he couldn’t he had to try and figure out how to get back to the bar, which brings him to now, when he decided he might as well stay for a drink and a tequila shot.
By this time it was about 1 a.m. and it was just me, my husband-to-be, my sister, my two uncles and my husband’s brother and his girlfriend. I was exhausted. The excitement and chaos from the day hit me like a ton of brick so I needed to turn in. I looked at the group left with my husband and thought to myself, he’s in good hands, I think it’s safe to leave him here…
Famous last words.
Now, I am a worrier. I worry about everything and then some. Everything is a worst case scenario in my mind. So I get back to the room and after washing up, getting into bed and letting my mind stop worrying about my husband drunkenly injuring himself, I finally start to fall asleep at about 1:45 a.m. Drifting off to sleep I’m thinking, this week is going to be pretty amazi… KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
I sit up.
BANG BANG BANG.
Did he seriously already lose his key?
I storm to the door and look through the peep hole. It’s my sister-in-law and she doesn’t look happy. My heart drops. I open the door.
“Get dressed. Jamie fell and split his head open and needs to go to the hospital”
I stare for what feels like 2 minutes but was probably 2 seconds and say “Are you kidding?”
“No, we need to go, now!”
In a blur I throw some clothes on. I feel like this is a dream and I am saying “this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening” over and over again in my head. That’s all I can think while we are running through the halls to medical office they took him to. That’s it, he’s going to get a concussion and die in his sleep. Half way there I breeze past my uncle who starts jogging to keep up behind me. Dodging the steam shooting out of my ears he says “Now Carey, this is not a freak out situation”… My ass it’s not a freak out situation.
We get to the medical office and I bust through the doors and there he was. Looking drunk and sheepish staring up at me getting his head wrapped in gauze. I would have paid good money to see the look on my face. I feel bad now; in hindsight I wish I would have been a little more compassionate loving fiancé, and a little less seriously angry basket case. I looked at Jayson and he was covered in blood. His hands were bloody, his shirt was bloody, I mean, he was totally covered.
Apparently they were walking back and there was a guy out mopping the tile floor. He had basically dumped the mop bucket of soapy water on the tile and was squeegeeing it off when Jamie’s feet went out from under him and he landed smack on his head on the tile floor. Jayson said the sound was horrifying and before they knew it a pool of blood was growing rapidly around Jamie’s head. Jayson immediately got down on the ground and grabbed Jamie’s head and was holding it shouting at the mop guy to get some help. That’s it, he’s going to get flesh eating disease from Mexican mop water and die.
Cut to me standing in the medical office. Everyone around me reeked of booze and Jamie needed to go get stitches, so nearing 3 a.m. off to the hospital we went.
Three hours later we finally get into a hospital room and they unbandage his head. Before they could do anything he stopped them, looked at me and said “Can you take a picture to send to Kyle?”
I was slumped on the end of his bed trying not to fall asleep so I could make sure he didn’t fall asleep and I stare back at him in disbelief. The sun is rising on our first day in Mexico for our wedding week and we are sitting in a Mexican hospital room waiting to get a gash in his head stitched…
No I cannot take a picture of it. I am not going anywhere near that side of your head until it is all stitched up my friend.
Eventually though, it did get stitched up, he didn’t have a concussion or die of flesh eating disease and we did get married.
This is the best I could do Kyle
We arrived back at the resort around 8:30 a.m. Everyone was just rising, fresh faced and ready to start their vacations. Waving happily at us on their way to the beach and stopping to ask how our night was. We must have looked better than we felt because I felt like our haggard appearances may have said it all but nobody was any the wiser. In fact Jamie asked me not to tell anyone (which I promptly ignored) because who wasn’t going to notice that giant zipper stitch in the back of his head.
We ate breakfast and had planned on going to sleep (since we hadn’t slept yet). We got to our room, stared at the bed, stared at each other and I said “Well, I suppose we could sleep by the pool?”
Famous last words…
1 hour later… not sleeping by the pool