Day 4: Saturday, May 28, 2005

MFP and I enjoyed breakfast in our room, out on the balcony. Traditionally, Sandals delivers this to you after your wedding. We had a feast, but I must have eaten something to which I was allergic, because soon after we finished eating, I puked twice. I hoped that I would not be sick all day, but thanks be to God, I wasn't. We ventured to the pool again and lounged by it and in it (and on floaties) for about three hours. It felt great, but I got burned really badly. We showered early in the afternoon and had lunch at the wonderful Terrace again.

MFP and I then went and picked out the 12 free photos we would receive in our album, plus one complimentary one. We sorted out the thirty or so photos that the photographer had taken, painstakingly deciding which ones we liked best. We were allowed to purchase extra ones, so we picked out fourteen of them. We returned them to the counter and then watched our wedding video, which was beautiful...I wish I could show it to each of you.

The sun had baked our brains and we were very drained, so we played pool (billiards) inside for a while, where MFP kicked my butt as usual. I stink at pool, but I love to play it. Then we made reservations at the Japanese restaurant at the resort. We had wanted 7:00 reservations, but all they could give us was 6:00, the earliest possible time. By this time, it was late in the afternoon. MFP and I wanted to return to the beach, but it was too late, since we had these early reservations. So we just went back to the room and took showers. We then dressed in our nice clothes and ventured to the Japanese restaurant, where we waited with other couples for it to open.

We were seated at a table for twelve which surrounded a large grill. After we were given a "welcome drink," which I barely touched because my brain was still baked from the sun, a Jamaican chef came in and cooked on the grill while he talked animatedly and put on a show for us, during which he flipped a shrimp into the air and I attempted unsuccessfully to catch it in my mouth. We ate what had been cooked on the grill. I was concerned about MFP because he seemed rather nervous, but at dessert, which was served outside, he seemed okay.

We went back to the room and took a nap, then woke up just in time for karaoke at 10:30 p.m. We went to the nightclub where about 20 people were. The song selection stunk, and I ended up singing Madonna's "Live to Tell" while MFP didn't get to sing anything. This is because karaoke lasted only half an hour!! How awful! The nightclub staff then attempted to start a dance party, but the DJ couldn't get the sound system to work right, so we all bolted. MFP sat at the "tree bar" just outside the nightclub and had strawberry daiquiris. Then we went upstairs to bed.

The beach equaled our goal for tomorrow.