P.S.

So I forgot! At the buffet, there is a snazzy classy jazzy string trio playing in the ballroom, and what are they playing? Tool, Radio Head, The Beatles...how cool is that? I sun Boston around the dancefloor a few times on the way to the smoothi bar. Good times! But alas, Boston puked like 6 times the next morning, hopefully it was from a bug totally unrelated to our indulgence!