All work and no play?!?!?

You can't have all work and no play. I am in Southern California! I'm staying at a pretty fancy hotel here, and there have been a lot of outdoor weddings here- frankly every weekend there is one on Friday and Saturday night. So last night while I was sitting at the bar having my dinner (grilled salmon and veggies-yum!) there was a wedding going on outside. Unfortunately for everyone attending that wedding it started to downpour- bringing everyone rushing inside to the bar. Of course anyone who has ever been to a wedding knows the first thing everyone does when the wedding ceremony is over... head to the bar. In the mad rush of all these people coming to the bar to get drinks a few started to chat, etc. and especially this one particular Mom. She asked what I did, why I was there, etc. and upon hearing I was there for military, she immediately called over her two sons who were in the wedding party. Came to find out they served in the Army and Navy, and just about everyone in the wedding had some kind of connection with the military. Both these sons have received purple hearts for their time in Iraq, and so this Mom obviously had a soft spot and great pride for those who serve (wish more shared her views.) Well as the drinks flowed more and more and the longer we chatted and shared stories she came up with the great idea that I should join them all at the wedding. Many around her shared this great idea and after some convincing they dragged me in there- Open bar and free food, who am I to say no. So there I was in the middle of a very classy wedding complete in my plaid shorts, black t-shirt, and boat shoes. Good thing this was a family wedding that liked to party! All in all we danced the night away, had a great time, I was even in the fight for the garter belt, and the bride thanked me for joining them as I left. Felt like I was straight out of the movie wedding crashers. This morning was a little rough getting out of bed, but just finished 18 holes on the base golf course, and now off to start my run on the beach. Slow recovery run! Sundays are a day to let the muscles recover from the long week... and I suppose my headache has something to do with it being a recovery day too...  Below a pic of the place I am staying and the view I get out my window every night.