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S: A Cosumel Night

FC: A Cozumel Night By Greta Crawford

1: To Shannon, I love you more now than I did back then. Happy 8th Anniversary. Love, Greta

3: A Cozumel Night June 14, 2000 We sailed through the streets of Cozumel, dodging pedistrians and vehicles alike, in a taxicab the size of a large casket. When we finally made it downtown, we stepped out of the cab onto the uneven sidewalk and made our way across its' ridged cracks to arrive at a small wooden pier. There, a beautifully decorated atamaran awaited us. The rails of the boat were adorned with hand woven Mexican blankets that had an array of colors. Periodically dispersed between the blankets, where lively colored sombreros. Complete with the natives of the counry directing our venture, this cultural boat beckoned its' guests to discover Mexico from the Gulf's objective view. I couldn't wait to be out on the sparkling, salt water with family and friends gazing back at the island of Paradise.

4: I was there with my boyfriend, his mother and father, and two other couples that were friends. We were not allowed to board until all parties had arrived. So I stood impatiently as the salty ocean air danced past my nostrils and back into the arms of the sea which made the blue water ripple. Finally we began to board, one person at a time, each hesitating to cross the two-foot gap between the solid foundation of the pier and the bobbing platform of the boat.

5: We all made it on board, even my future father-in-law, who had a vicious hang over. In the previous hours leading to our journey he managed to put down about twenty shots of tequila at the hotel bar. Like a child set free in a candy store, who's ultimate out come is a "tummy ache", he too managed to become ill.

6: As I sat in the seat next to my boyfriend, Shannon, I felt the uneasing motion of the boat, almost as if someone was pushing me constatly. At first the bully like sea was annoying, but then the humid air allied with the water and the heat of the sun soon joined in. Together the three encircled me, battering and tormenting my defenseless stomatch. I laid my head on Shannon's shoulder that became a pillow for me momentarily. Then a man approached us to take our

7: picture and freeze this wonderful moment in time. As he passed, Shannon's mother called after him, " Hey picture man, do you have any Dramamine?" He courteously replied, "Yes", and then returned handing me two of the motion sickness pills. Finally we left the dock and the cool breeze brushed against my face to arouse my body from its' ailing trance. It was sunset when we departed and I witnessed in awe, the evening sun fall under the horizon as a blanket of ocean covered it for a good nights rest. My queasiness was gone now and I decided to "let loose", so I ordered a shot of tequila. My future father-in-law glared at me with raised brows and cautiously advised, "You'll be sorry". I wittingly replied, "Don't worry, I'm not trying to beat you record". As I lifted the miniature glass, I felt the pungent aroma climb up my nostrils. With out giving a second thought, I gulped the drink down. The taste was something I coldn't ignore; it seemed to tell me I should have listened to the warning smell. I then grabbed the slippery handrail and peered at the city, now adorned with lights that filled the night sky.

8: Our host was a short, stalky man with jet-black hair. He trudged through the English words with a heavy Mexican accent tagging along. He told us of what festivities lied ahead on our venture; there would be dinner, drinks, dancing, and even the marriages of five lucky couples. After a momentary pause and a glance back at the open kitchen area, he returned to face his audience and announced, " Dinner will be served in five minutes".

9: I could smell the lobster boiling and the seasonings teased my taste buds. However, this only reasured my stomach of future fulfillment. Anxiously I waited to taste the cuisine, but moreover, I yearned to know whom the fortunate couples were.

10: After one of the best meals my taste buds had ever endeavored, our host presented himself once again to act as a makeshift magistrate and reassure us of his credentials. As he stood before the crowd, I listened attentively to piece together each syllable that fumbled out of his mouth. "Crawford", the first name was called out in a monotone. I gazed at Shannon with a fixed grin. Although only for fun, I couldn't help but be excited about our up coming weddng. All five couples stood proudly in front o the boat. Each woman clasped the hand of thier significant other and the men, each wearing a sombrero, clasping a beer in hand. Our host began t read aloud the vows, which we all echoed simultaneously. As I stood looking back at the captive audience, I could see a bag of rice making its way from person to person. Each individual reached in and depleted the bag by the fists full. Shannon noticed the connivers as well, holding ammnition in hand and ready to fire upon comand. He and I were both thinking in sync and we knew what had to be done. When we heard the cue, " You may now kiss your bride", Shannon tilted

11: my head back and shielded both of our faces with the massive sombrero from the flying grain, keeping us free of harms way. Quick thinking had already escorted us through one of marriages unpleasent moments.

12: Of course, five marriages would not be complete without a grand celebration. We danced at the lead of our Mexican host and his team of cooks and shipmates. It began with casual line dances and then inevitabley led to Shannon, our host, and three other men on tabletops, shedding clothes to the rhythm of the music. We danced in conga lines, and dance solo.

13: We even danced like chickens wiht elbows bent and arms flapping wildly like the poultry many have only seen limp on their dinner plates. We were so enthralled with the rhythm of the night and the motion of the festivities, we didn't even realize the boat had docked once again, this time solely for our departure. As I returned to solid ground, I turned back to perceive the once energetic catamaran now calm and quiet as the first moment I set eyes on it. It was a wonderful trip and the start of our lives together.

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