Let's see...where was I? Oh yes, the birds ate my breakfast...
Davis was sitting there and had bought 9 or 10 rooms for this trip and everyone is in the premium section except for the poor schmucks who shelled out an extra $700 for adjoining rooms. And WE ARE BEING ASKED TO LEAVE? I was so sick of explaining why I deserved to be there, I started to pack up and almost pushed the lady into the premium pool she was standing in front of.
Why doesn't she explain to my kids why they can't play with their uncles and cousins? Because their parents were stupid enough to spend more money to get downgraded. The day just got worse.
I really don't know how to get the bad taste out of my mouth about this place. It seems that every time I am about to, someone pries my mouth open and pours a little more salt in.
As the day wore on, I became increasingly agitated. Soon it was time for the rehearsal dinner and I was seething still. But as soon as we walked onto the beach and the sea breeze was blowing and the tables were set, I just let it go. I just took it all in and thought, this sunset is everyone's. It doesn't belong to the rich people. It belongs to those who are smart enough, sober enough and quiet enough to take it in. It belongs to the people who are here to celebrate this night as a family and we are family. We are a mixed up bag of step brothers, half sisters, cousins, step uncles and ex-laws; but we are family.
We had a wonderful dinner in the most beautiful setting I could imagine. We had toasts to the bride and groom and then we danced the night away to the playlist that I had made. Emma Jane started calling me "DJ Mama." I kind of like that nickname.
PS. the next day was equally awesome, ending with the wedding. But I have to go to the beach now...