I have to admit that even though I've never been to a place I love more than NYC, a guy could do a lot worse than attend his friends' wedding on a Saturday evening on the beach in Puerto Vallarta. Even a hack like me came away with some great shots.
I took so many photos, I had to break them out into two sections: pre-wedding day photos | wedding day photos
Even though my stomach now feels like someone is roasting marshmallows inside me, it was a great vacation with the only outcome that mattered: a flawless ceremony and reception (complete with a naked guest getting chased out of the ocean by the luxury resort's security) for my friends.
(As an aside I would like to advise all the men out there that all necessary connecting flights should be made in Dallas. In the little time I spent there, I saw more hot ass than in four days in Puerto Vallarta. They grow 'em blonde and, yep, things really are bigger in Texas.)
We've all decided that you can't go on vacation anymore because it leaves us nothing to do!
Posted by Livia at June 2, 2003 11:25 AM