In all my weddings, Alice surprised me the most. Due to intense travel on both our sides, I wasn’t able to meet Alice until the morning of the wedding. I knocked on her door of the beautiful Nelson Gay Villa in St. Peter, Barbados, and she greeted me with the coolest transparent face mask. It was hilarious. I knew at that point, she kicked ass, and we were going to have the best time together. She didn’t disappoint. Cooly taking a swig of her whisky before walking out, dancing like there’s no tomorrow to the sounds of Dj Chilly, jumping in the pool and dancing some more, this was one bride who didn’t give a flying you know what.
This is what a wedding is all about. You are marrying your best friend, your partner in good and bad, the one you crawl into bed with and wake up next to, the future father or mother of your children, your adventure partner and everything in between – why the hell would you waste this day on making it perfect. Isn’t it already the best day of your life? The fact that you’re marrying each other? Don’t cloud it trying to make your wedding what it “should be.” Screw that. Make it what it is.
A hell of a party.
This is how it all went down. Literally .
But the day started out a little like this.