{ "Jamaica, mon" or some other cliche title - Part 1 }

Remember how I went to Jamaica like a million years ago and then I got a major case of the lazies and I never got around to blogging about it? Well, the good news is that I finished processing ALL the photos from my vacation, which almost never happens, so now I can actually share them with you along with the details of the trip.

So Jamaica was AMAZING! The trip was for a destination wedding, so there was a sizable entourage going. I admit it, I was skeptical about this "group vacation" at first, I'm happy to say I've been proven wrong and we had a fantastic time.

When we got to Montego Bay, it was raining, and not even crappy, drizzly rain shit we get in Seattle, we're talking about a DOWNPOUR here. I checked the weather and saw an awesome forecast of ALL THUNDERSTORMS ALL THE TIME, and as much as I love my thunderstorms, I don't want any on my tropical paradise vacation. WELL PLAYED JAMAICA!!! grr.

Once we go to the resort though, the weather cleared up, which seemed to be the pattern for the rest of our time there - gorgeous in the morning, 10 min of rain the afternoon, decently sunny the rest of the day. Naturally, the week flew by as it always does when you're having a good time. It was a week of splashing in the ocean, chillin' at the swim-up bar, and sipping poolside drinks; a week of sunbathing (all while wearing SPF 893737383, of course) and unlimited, UNLIMITED amounts of jerk chicken and beef patties. A week of all fun and zero worries.

We stayed at Sandals Montego Bay, an all-inclusive resort whose only downfall was its proximity to the airport. We're talking right NEXT DOOR. We saw planes pass overhead at least a few dozen times a day and let me tell you - those are some loud motherfuckers. 

The view from our room was incredible, which made going home that much more depressing. I mean, THIS! EVERY MORNING!

And then there was that whole thing about someone making your bed every day and creating these ridiculous bed-side dioramas? I could really get used to this.

The resort had a very couply vibe, much of which probably stemmed from the fact that it was a children-free resort. Lots of honeymooning couples, lots of weddings, lots of anniversary-celebrating people. And here's me, creepo-stalking some random couple's wedding. Totally normal. um.

Ahem.... and how about more photos?

And then we met some people from Jersey Shore and I'm happy to report that they lived up to every Jersey stereotype.

Richmond Hill vs. Jersey Shore volleyball game

Did I mention that the resort was all-inclusive which meant all the alcohol we could consume in a week? Jamaican Smiles, for breakfast, lunch and dinner, anyone? Mmmm..

Drink matches dress. yep.

We signed up boyfriend for karaoke because we know he secretly loves attention. And here he is singing the shit out of a Backstreet Boys song of our choosing, which immediately got him recruited to the talent show held a few nights later. Sadly, every part of this story is 100% true.

and love is allllll i haaaaave to giiiiiiiive

At the English Pub, the only place that didn't close super-early at the resort

This is the whole group, plus a few random people we met along the way.

Say YA MON... or something.

Part 2, including the wedding is coming up soon....ish...

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