We're Back

Well, we're back from Mexico. While it was beautiful, unfortunately Frinnefreid got food poisoning the second night there from eating shrimp that weren't quite right. This is so funny because F is a super-smeller. If something smells bad, he'll be the first to alert you. Did I tell you about the time that we went to visit my BFF in Idaho and she was kind enough to buy us a blow-up mattress so we didn't have to sleep on the floor, and F couldn't stand the smell of it so he slept in their living room, on the floor, with spiders. (They had spiders.) Last time I bought a shower curtain, he took it down and threw it out on the patio because the he could not sleep with it on the adjoining room. Of course, I can't complain because I have used this freakish ability to my benefit on many occasion. Once, I had a lingering musty smell around my apartment for months. I bought room deodorizers, changed the cat box, put out baking soda - nothing helped. Then I put F on the case. Within 5 minutes he had determined the location of the smell - the garbage disposal.

Once, I fixed a lovely grilled Salmon dinner for F, when we first met, and he refused to eat it, claiming that it "smelled fishy". He denies this now, of course. I ate mine and survived. So, this is the same man who ate rotten or parasite-infested shrimp on the second night of our Mexican getaway. He said the shrimp smelled bad, but he ate them because he was hungry.

He was fine that night, but the next morning he woke not feeling well. He proceeded to vomit for the next 5 hours. Listening to him in the bathroom, I briefly considered calling in an exorcist, but decided on a doctor instead. When the doctor came, F was only semi-aware of his presence. F speaks no Spanish, the doctor spoke no English, and,despite 7 years of Spanish, I am a poor translator. The point is that, at that point, I didn't care if El doctor shot him up with heroin. I needed the crying and whining to stop.

And it did.

After the first injection, when F insisted that they were poisoning him, he finally relaxed and his face broke into a broad smile. The sweat disappeared from his brow and he leaned back. 20 minutes later he asked if we could go on a hike. I said no. Good thing because 5 hours later, he was back in the bathroom.

We muddled through the following 3 days, but F never really got better. I took him to the doctor stateside as soon as we got back. He's recovering slowly.

Anyway, part of the reason for getting away was to discuss the details of the wedding. We went back and forth, but finally decided on the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo. Here's a link: http://www.madonnainn.com/

We're having immediate family only and dinner in the steakhouse after the ceremony instead of a reception: http://www.madonnainn.com/steakhouse.asp

The Madonna Inn is one of my favorite places on earth; I love it there.

Here's our room: http://www.madonnainn.com/tour/151.asp.madonnainn.com/tour/151.asp

and the wedding cake:

Keep in mind that it's only serving 10-12 people, so it's small. It's black forest on the inside, with whipped cream frosting and pink chocolate curls.

I'll post some pics of Mexico when I unload them from the camera.

I just love the cake.