Well, well, I couldn't decide whether I was in the Bahamas or Margaritaville. From the steel band music to the salt on the rim of my glass, I was in a tropical paradise and I didn't want to catch a flight back home. The theme of those wedding decorations captured an island getaway feeling to the tee. Now that's what I call a good time. I also couldn't tell what was better, the main course or the dessert. They had all these resort type desserts in addition to the wedding cake. I thought I died and went to heaven. I had to check my pulse four or five times. Believe me, this was the best wedding I have ever attended.

Posted by Best Known As Logan's Mom at 9:52 am