Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
The rest of the DR trip after the wedding was a lot less bonkers, thank goodness. I woke up for the second time that next day and positively sprang out of bed. At the time, I didn't have even a smidge of a hangover, and I was feeling pretty smug. I was thinking that I was a rockstar and the most talented drinker in the world, that is, until I got downstairs to eat. My PIC and I were basically sitting in the buffet pavillion like zombies, barely able to get up enough energy to pick at our food.
The beach was our savior that day, and I huddled in the shade to rest while PIC improved on her already stellar tan. We didn't do much else until it was time to go eat with everyone and to celebrate absolutely nothing (they were leaving the next day, we stayed one extra). Brazillian food was on the menu that night, so dinner was pretty much all meat. Aside from PIC's teeny piece of chicken, the portions were generous, and by the time we were done all our courses I felt like I could have rolled myself out into the courtyard.
While we all did go outside and have a drink, it was clear that everyone was pretty wiped from all the revelry that had gone on the night before. Only PIC, myself and one other girl had the chops to go to the sports bar to continue our quiet evening while sipping on some hooch. Eyeryone else called it a night very early.
Since PIC and I had been out until about one, we woke up late again on our last full day. It was more of the same, beach, pool and sun - with a little shopping thrown in for good measure. PIC had also decided that she was going to get a facial, and very sweetly paid for me to get my very first one, too. It was one of those days when nothing in particular happens, but that you feel good about, anyway. When we figured we should get ready for dinner, we couldn't resist getting a bottle of wine to take up to the room. That and the champagne given to us by the happy couple were a nice counterpoint to sitting out on the balcony and catching up with each other.
Dinner was great that night, and aside from a broken salt shaker demolished by yours truly, nothing of note happened. We caught some of the burlesque show that played every night, and I was just about to leave when some rando employee dragged me out on the dance floor. I salsa danced while PIC snapped way too many humilitaing pics, and our new friend evenntually sat down at our table to practice his English on us. Bacause I'm a mean, mean person I got tired ot that game pretty quickly and left PIC alone with a complete stranger. She thought he was funny, so it was no big deal, but I had had enough, especially since we were leaving in the morning.
The trip home was by and large uneventful, but poor PIC had to sit next to someone vile again. Once I got back to Jerz and had sent her on her way, it was time to actually start my new life searching for jobs and apartments and cars, oh, my!
