Myth: Shiny, happy people.
Reality: Boozey, sunburned people.
Imagine setting a date to say your vows — notifiying only your nearest and dearest; a handful of your most cherished family members and pals — and running off to the Dominican Republic with your spouse-to-be, dizzy with excitement and drunk on love. And imagine, if you will, that this lovely photo of a beaming just-married couple led you to book this pristine white gazebo at the Riu Palace Punta Cana in which to say your nuptials.
And then imagine that all of this imagining (courtesy of the heartbreakingly misleading photo on the resort’s website) carries you on a cloud of delight and excitement all the way to this not-so-awesome reality check at the altar: your wedding ceremony has been crashed by this hot crew of ladies and gentlemen in full-coverage tropical swimwear.
Nothing says elegance like an uninvited onlooker in a leopard print sarong.
