Wedding Day
My room-mate's step niece's wedding went well. Though not without a few minor problems.
It seems there was an accident on the bypass highway just a mile or two from our hotel. Sadly, it was a fatality. What that means here on the island is no one is going anywhere for several hours, if not the rest of the day. This highway is the only open road connecting the Lihue side of the island to the Koloa area. The only other way to get there is through cane roads--red dirt/mud roads running through what used to be cane fields--, which need to be opened up for usage-they're generally closed.
We left our hotel on time to reach the wedding, maybe even arrive a little early. But ten minutes before that the accident occurred. Several cars were badly crushed. We've heard that there were possibly two fatalities. The locals are accustomed to this sort of highway blockage. Apparently it happens every two or three months. They all turned their engines off, got out of their cars and wandered off to the local golf course--right next to our stopping position--and had a drink or used the restroom. Some pulled their cars into the golf course lot, until it filled. Then opened their car doors, climbed up onto the roofs and hoods of the cars and sunned themselves while speculating with others on what must have happened. Meanwhile an hour went by and we knew we would not be making the wedding. As one of the locals advised us--Wedding? Ain't gonna get there bro. Hope it's not yours.
So, we joined the crowd and made the best of it. We called every family member cell phone we knew and left a message, hoping that someone who wasn't in the wedding party would at least pick up their voice mail.
Eventually, the golf course opened up a cart road that joined to a cane road and let many, but not all of the cars on our side through. We were among the lucky ones. We didn't make the wedding ceremony, but we arrived early for the reception. Only to find out that everyone thought we had been in a car accident. So, we explained the entire thing to everyone again, and then suddenly realized that if we had been just ten minutes earlier we would have been in the accident. There's always something to be thankful for.
It turned out that the dj was also stuck behind the accident. He'd never been late to a wedding reception before and felt terrible. He was certain the bride and groom wouldn't believe his tale. But, they had us for verification of the tale--he ended up verifying ours as well--so all went well. The dj arrived a few hours late after a can road was opened to bypass the highway, and all went well.
My room-mates family spent a great deal of time apologizing to him. They had all assumed that he was just late again. They may think twice before making that assumption next time. I hope so.
The wedding was beautiful, the bride gorgeous, the groom had a permanent grin on his face. Everyone had a terrific time.
It seems there was an accident on the bypass highway just a mile or two from our hotel. Sadly, it was a fatality. What that means here on the island is no one is going anywhere for several hours, if not the rest of the day. This highway is the only open road connecting the Lihue side of the island to the Koloa area. The only other way to get there is through cane roads--red dirt/mud roads running through what used to be cane fields--, which need to be opened up for usage-they're generally closed.
We left our hotel on time to reach the wedding, maybe even arrive a little early. But ten minutes before that the accident occurred. Several cars were badly crushed. We've heard that there were possibly two fatalities. The locals are accustomed to this sort of highway blockage. Apparently it happens every two or three months. They all turned their engines off, got out of their cars and wandered off to the local golf course--right next to our stopping position--and had a drink or used the restroom. Some pulled their cars into the golf course lot, until it filled. Then opened their car doors, climbed up onto the roofs and hoods of the cars and sunned themselves while speculating with others on what must have happened. Meanwhile an hour went by and we knew we would not be making the wedding. As one of the locals advised us--Wedding? Ain't gonna get there bro. Hope it's not yours.
So, we joined the crowd and made the best of it. We called every family member cell phone we knew and left a message, hoping that someone who wasn't in the wedding party would at least pick up their voice mail.
Eventually, the golf course opened up a cart road that joined to a cane road and let many, but not all of the cars on our side through. We were among the lucky ones. We didn't make the wedding ceremony, but we arrived early for the reception. Only to find out that everyone thought we had been in a car accident. So, we explained the entire thing to everyone again, and then suddenly realized that if we had been just ten minutes earlier we would have been in the accident. There's always something to be thankful for.
It turned out that the dj was also stuck behind the accident. He'd never been late to a wedding reception before and felt terrible. He was certain the bride and groom wouldn't believe his tale. But, they had us for verification of the tale--he ended up verifying ours as well--so all went well. The dj arrived a few hours late after a can road was opened to bypass the highway, and all went well.
My room-mates family spent a great deal of time apologizing to him. They had all assumed that he was just late again. They may think twice before making that assumption next time. I hope so.
The wedding was beautiful, the bride gorgeous, the groom had a permanent grin on his face. Everyone had a terrific time.
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