The wedding was held at the amazing Congress Hall Hotel. This place used to be run down mess until a friend of Emma's bought it, renovated it, and turned it into one of the nicer hotels down in Cape May! Grant had been doing a lot of writing for travel magazines and managed to finagle himself a free room! I offered to pay for the rental car if he'd be willing to share his free room with Meredith and I and he reluctantly agreed. (It's a good thing he shared the room because despite his "writer" credentials, this website is the first time someone's mentioned the hotel! Hahaha)
The next morning I went to the convention hall to check out a few more things, then it was time for me to head back to the hotel and pack up to catch my flight home!
Tara and Emily had been out the whole morning shopping and running around Austin, they came back to the hotel to grab their stuff and say goodbye before heading back to Houston.
So Josh, Sarah and I all sharing a room together turned out to equally COMPLETE silliness. While Sarah was trying to get ready to check out some shows, Josh decided to dress up like...
After a harrowing 90 minute drive (the roads are in such terrible condition that it took us that long to drive 45 miles!) we finally made it to our place in Ocho Rios, which was nice for how cheap we'd scored it. We pretty much dropped our bags and decided to hit the beach for a swim before settling in for the night.
So we got to stay at the Hotel Kamp which is widely regarded as the best in Northern Europe. The plan was to get some shut eye after the red eye but we were really too excited to sleep.At about the same time we discovered that our rooms had phones next to the toilets. So we got to work and shared a moment.
The maid's view of me in my room. This really doesn't do the room's at the hotel Kamp justice. Our rooms were awesome. They had phones next to the crapper.
Then later, I guess we hit the Bellagio too. Despite the amount I go out, I'm kind of a lightweight when it comes to booze and the free scotch that was flowing at the casino ended up making me too drunk to do much besides...
I ended up flying into San Jose and staying near the airport there (neither Philip or I had any sense of the geography out here and at the time, this seemed to make sense) I checked into my room at the Hyatt (where my comments are appreciated) and got on the phone trying to find something to eat. Even though it was only 11pm, there was NOTHING open in the vicinity. My only choice was...
After Piebald, Mandy and I checked out some other band (I forget their name) because Mandy's band was going to be playing a few shows with them and she wanted to say hi and support them. Then we met up with the Fatty and went back to Sarah's hotel (where I was now staying) to get out of the heat and relax for a while.
...Fatty and his band were staying! Fatty and Scott (the band's road guy) had gotten into town from NYC via van earlier that day and were kind enough to let me crash in their room. Thanks guys!
After dinner, Liz left Fatty in the room to go make a phone call. We thought she would be gone longer and so when she came back early, she was given sneakpeek into what "macho" guys like Fatty and I do when there aren't ladies around we have to worry about showing off in front of.
After we checked into our hotel room, Fatty and I decided we were going to see if any bars were open and Liz decided she was going to go to sleep. As we were getting ready to leave, she came out of the bathroom in this hot number and explained "Frank (our good friend and Liz's fiance) made me take the flannel cat pajamas - he didn't want you two clowns thinking anything dirty - and these flannel pajamas that, as you can see, have cats on them, will no doubt prevent that." Hahaha.
After the beach, Fatty made the mistake of trying to catch a quick nap amidst a roomful of rowdy guys. Check out Big Daddy calling in for back-up while Frank gives Fatty a lil' "hot dog in the bun through the sheet" action...
From the airport, Louis, Tara and I split a cab to The Venetian, our hotel. Right when we step into the lobby, Tara stops, looks around, throws her bags down and loudly exclaims...
After a hard day of shopping and further sullying the repuations of Americans in general, we went back to our fancy hotel and got all dressed up for...
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