The Wedding Dinner and wrap up

It's time to wrap up the wedding subject even though I could go on and on about it for another week.  I realized reading back over my earlier posts that not only do European computers not underline typo's for you, which would really help when you are jet lagged, but their keyboard is also different which explains my run on first post and gobs of typos.  All I can say is "Well, hell".  'Nuf said.

I really don't think I gave you the flavor of the Wedding Reception and dinner so here goes.  We cabbed it over from the wedding site to Il Riccio and while we had a drink, they reset us up below the main restaurant on a private terrace, as they were supposed to have done, but goofed.  Andrea and Benji had a private discussion with them and all was taken care of.  Shortly there after, we headed down to the terrace overlooking the water, and to say that it was beautiful is like saying Sister's fur is black.  Duh.

  White table and chairs, several blue runners going across the table--not length wise-- two perfectly stunning flower arrangements of white flowers that just blew your doors off, candles flickering, gorgeous glassware and table settings, and waiters everywhere.  Menus were passed, wine was poured, all while we were laughing and talking, and just trying to take it all in.  Boats with their lights on would go buzzing past and because it was now dark, the sparkling hillside of Capri was all around us, lights flickering.

Dinner was wonderful, the wedding cake came--chocolate with a huge sparkler--that they cut, and then the waiters took over.  Then came the champagne and toasts.  Hankie alert: I won't go into detail about everything that was said, but I will say every single person who gave a toast cried, except the parents.  Girls always cry so that didn't really phase me although theirs were every bit as heart felt and wonderful, as the guys.  I guess I just did not see the guy's emotions coming.  Brett, Benji's best man, and Erin, Andrea's maid of honor kicked things off and started the sob train, but it was brother Brian's toast and Cam's, that put me away.  Those two were just a one-two punch that left us all a tad misty.

After everyone had done their toast, and dinner was complete, we all loaded back up in cabs for a hair raising if you didn't believe in God before, you sure did afterwards cab ride back to our hotel.  I swear it was like a wild roller coaster ride, all downhill at warp speed, and it never stopped--not even for other cars.  Once at the hotel,we all bailed out, the young 'uns took off for dancing and to par-tay, and the peeps headed up to change, and then met on the roof of the hotel, to debrief everything.  We watched them all head down the block in their wedding attire, as people clapped and whistled, for Benji and Andrea.  While we yakked and star gazed, they partied.  A perfect ending to a perfect day.

And now for a postscript wrap up:  Erin, the bridesmaid who had to go buy another dress in Capri because her luggage never came, arrived back in Naples to pick up her "found" bag at the airport, on her way back home to Dallas.  Wanna guess what she found??   Her original dress she had packed to wear for the wedding, had been stolen out of her bag.  Luckily, she has a picture of it on her phone, and her receipt, so I'm thinking American and Iberia should both reimburse her, though both have declined to do so currently.   I'm thinking a nastygram from her attorney might help them see this a little differently.  I sure hope so.  She's now paid for two dresses, and only has one.  I hate Naples.