This is a story I can share and laugh about now. When Travis and I were getting married, we stayed in an apartment near the hotel (my dads) to save money before the wedding. We were in the Dom. Rep. and had been there a week before guests started to arrive. By that time I was as black as can be from the sun. Travis a bit more red. The day guests started to arrive, I suggested we head over to the hotel to say hello to them. We had been at the beach, so we both had our bathing suits on. I wore a skirt, with my bikini top exposed. Its a beach town, no biggie. We walked into the lobby, holding hands, and security stopped me and looked at Travis and said, You can come in, but she cannot. We dont allow her kind here. I freaking LOST IT. Its a miracle I didnt set that resort on fire to be honest...or ended up in jail for killing a man. The wedding planner had to give us the silver sparkling wedding wristbands they give guests getting married at the resort, even though we werent officially staying there yet, just so we (I) could walk in and out without being stopped. Its gotten better now that we have kids. Because its more than jungle fever on his part, and I obviously got my green card and made it work.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 13:44:52 +0000
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