As anyone involved in any part of planning a wedding knows, it can be a lot of fun with some crazy mixed in, ending in just a lot of fun and joy. This was no exception. Well, add in being on an island where things can be slightly slanted for a bit more zing. Like getting the wedding bouquet and watching the flowers turn to a bad imitation of themselves, finding nothing like them, and then finally finding a grocery store with roses that worked beautifully instead. Island adaptation is an art form sometimes, and Terry, an old friend of Liz's, who is a florist and not from an island, adapted with the best of us. Five stars!
|Terry takes a well deserved walk on the beach before the ceremony|
|Liz and Shannon came by straight from the hair and make-up time.|
Nice work, Shannon! Gilding that lily worked very nicely.
But before all of that, here's a look around where the wedding happened. The folks at Freedom City Surf Board Shop & Grill, good friends of Michael's, were amazing, as were all the friends who made incredible hors d'oeuvres (shrimp and cheeses and roasted garlic and and and), the people who did the pig and chicken, the cake, the musicians - so many who love these two made it an amazing moment in time.
|Freedom City is on the west end of St. Croix|
|Irie the Great Dane was chill, waiting for the food part|
|One of the beaches I used to find a lot of chenay on, long days gone by.|
|Before the fire! I really like this thing.|
|The goodies crew. I was drooling.|
|Friends were excited for this moment in his life.|
To put it mildly.
And then it was time. John Macy, aka Big Beard, presided, gently getting us all in our places with bright happy faces. It was so very good to see him!
|Stepping up for their first dance|
|I think they're in love|
|And pretty happy about it|
|What that cool thing looks like lit up|
|Michael was only allowed to play one song|
mixing business with pleasure.
Of course, making music is his business and his pleasure.
Lots of eating and drinking and talking ensued. Two people I hoped dearly to see were there, Tito and Sue, who have done (still do!) the crab races here for a very long time. I think my arms and mouth were almost sore from hugging and grinning. It was a good reunion. Very good.
But then it was time to move on. Goodies were gathered, food was packed away, the bride changed into her bridal trip togs. Bob opted for a sign rather than tin cans (JUSTis Married), someone got some electrical ties, I poked in holes with my knife - oh my god! I just went through TSA with that!!!! oops.
And they were off! And so am I, sitting in the airport on STX waiting to go to Vieques and another wedding of heart friends. Love is in the air and it's pretty damn sweet.
The best wishes of my heart to Michael and Liz, who found each other on the life road and that changed everything.
Have a Freedom City Friday. Do something forever.