Yessie asked me to be her date at her friend's wedding in Miami on Friday, and I like her so I obliged.
So I booked the flights, she booked the AirBNB, and we met in Miami. I was salty about the 6am flight, but we both got in Thursday and were able to enjoy the day. We had some good eats, she ran around and picked up a dress and few other things she needed for the wedding, and we were in bed relatively early.
Friday rolled around and she had a woman come over and do her hair and make up. She brought her four year old son with her and I'll be damned if he wasn't the best behaved kid I've ever met. "Please mom." "Ok, mom." "Yes, mom." And he had a badass hair cut.
She finished up and Yessie looked beautiful. I got dressed, she threw her dress on, and we headed out. The wedding was about 45 minutes away. We got there a few minutes early, grabbed a quick bite at the hotel bar (awesome sushi), I slammed a whiskey, Yessie wasn't drinking yet, and we headed to the wedding area. It was a perfect ceremony- and by perfect I mean under 30 minutes long.
We had some snacks before dinner and then headed to the main room for dinner. It was set up beautifully. There was just about anything you wanted to drink and dinner was great. Churrasco- slow cooked flank steak (I think)- and it was great. Except Yessie got a piece twice the size of mine and she wouldn't share (because I had gotten myself in trouble with her before that...I was hungry which means I was grumpy which means I said something I shouldn't have, although I don't remember what it was). BUT her friends hooked me up and I got their leftovers.
The whole event flew by and before we knew it, it was midnight and time to head home. Neither of us drank a whole lot but we had a great time nonetheless.