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October 11 Saturday
October 12 Sunday We left Paris by helicopter. Flying over Omaha beach, our minds went back to that desperate struggle to establish a beach head back on June 6, 1944. The five-star restaurant we went to for lunch has a helipad. Apparently, other famous people (get it: other famous people), also arrive there for lunch. Kerensa spilt her water all over the table — confirming once again that we were meant to be together. After successfully completing three of the eight courses, we bid our farewell. We were sure that the waiter had mixed feelings about our departure. On the one hand, he was relieved to be rid of the dorks. On the other, he was insulted that we did not complete our meal.
The hot air balloon ride was spectacular. We had a panoramic view of the castle grounds and the surrounding countryside. Afterward, it was back to the Ritz for a fabulous dinner. October 14 Tuesday Chanel has ten private shows a year. Of course, we slept through ours. Never fear! We still had a great day with our own private shopping guide. Kerensa had been practicing her credit card quick draw for months, and this is where all her training finally paid off. After a day of shopping we arrived back at the Ritz where Herb had a much deserved nervous break down. Herb’s assistant, Linda, had gone to a great deal of trouble to get us tickets to the Moulin Rouge. We blew it off (don’t tell her). Oh well, we will certainly be back to Paris. October 15 Wednesday Kerensa took pity on her intended by bringing him back a Big Mac. We took a break during the day to rest up for our flight that night to the Seychelles. Herb talked to Marty about True Beginnings business. After the conversation he
asked Marty to call Linda in Dallas to have her call the Ritz in Paris (yes,
the hotel we were staying at) to confirm our limo reservations. Why? Because he
hates Tom Fool questions! That’s why! We know what you’re thinking: “Does
Kerensa know what she’s really getting into???”
Afterwards, we strolled along the beach. We will cherish no memory more than holding hands and feeling wet sand between our toes as the waves lapped up covering our knees. We were accompanied by a retinue of crabs helping us celebrate our good fortune. October 19 Sunday
That night we had the longest welcoming dinner in recorded history — some four hours. It was good to be with family on this happiest of occasions. October 20 Monday
October 21 Tuesday
After the cruise we had a beach BBQ. October 22 Wednesday - The Rehearsal Dinner
M & M went sea shell hunting. The rest of us vegged. We didn’t have a rehearsal, but undeterred we did have a rehearsal dinner. Toasts all around! October 23 Thursday
Here Comes the Bride started and Herb strained to see his soul mate come around the corner — but no Kerensa. She had forgotten her bouquet. Kara ran back to the villa, retrieved it, and ran back. The music resumed — but still no Kerensa. She had forgotten her vows. Her Dad ran back this time. Meanwhile Herb was composing what he was going to say to the guests after being left at the alter. When she came around the corner at last, Herb turned pale and began to tremble. He had never before seen any human being so lovely. He lost himself in the angelic scene as she strolled down the isle, arm-in-arm with Vic. Herb glanced briefly at Vic as they exchanged Kerensa’s hand. He was swollen with pride. The relationship between a father and his daughter is unlike any other. He will always be her hero. She will always be the little girl that he comforted when she skinned her knee. Vic had mixed emotions this whole year. A brief six months before he had given away his youngest daughter, Kara. Both girls loved and admired their father. Herb wanted to take time out to reassure his father-in-law that he was not losing a daughter but gaining a son-in-law. But, on second thought, decided that news might push him over the edge. Kara, Kerensa’s maid-of-honor was beautiful as she stood by her sister’s side. After the ceremony, the staff had to mop the floor from her tears. Matthew looked tall and handsome standing by his father’s side. For the twentieth time he felt his pockets for the ring and vows. Matt and his recent bride Michelle were the perfect couple — they had been married in Santa Fe two months prior. There is much ado in life, but in the end one’s children are the sum total. Herb felt that way about Matthew, the poet and Daniel, the scholar. He loved them both with all his heart and his chest swelled with pride whenever he saw them. We stood hand-in-hand as the Justice-of-the-Peace, silhouetted by the Indian Ocean below, officiated. A light rain, portending good luck for a marriage, began to fall. We had worked long and hard on our vows and were determined that they would be much more than words. They are, after all, a sacred oath — the constitution, as it were, for our lives together. Each word was bound by our honor and we will not break our vows. They will be framed and receive a prominent place on the wall of our home. Afterward, Herb presented his wife to the teary eyed guests and congratulatory hugs and handshakes were exchanged. This was the happiest moment of our lives. After the ceremony, toasts were made by the pool. When the orchestra played Lady in White, we danced, lost in each others arms. The guests included Ruth, Vic, Beverly, Mama Holt, Eric, Michelle, Jane, Keith, and Ray. We all enjoyed the extended dinner and following dinner, we cut the cakes and fed each other. This is indeed paradise. And so ended our beginning. October 24 Friday
It was a much deserved lazy day as we got use to the term “Mr. and Mrs. Vest.” October 25 Saturday Vic, Beverly, Kara, Eric, Mama Holt, Keith, and Ray left on the twin Otter that the Seychelles meretriciously refer to as their 'airline'. We had spent the entire day with them, and Herb saw Kerensa’s sentimental side as she cried on his shoulder while their plane bounced down the grassy runway on take off. That evening the rest of us got together for dinner at the Pirates Bar. At 9:00 am, we again went to the helo pad to see Mama Ruth, Jane, and Linda off to London where they would take the train through the channel to Paris. From there they would fly back to the Big D. Why do you bother to ask? Yes, Kerensa cried again (remind Herb to carry more hankies). The rest of the day was pure honeymoon and none of your business. October 27 Monday It was 9:00 am at the helo pad when our time came. We now know how Adam and Eve must have felt when they left the Garden of Eden. I can’t believe you would ask that! Of course we will be back! In fact, in our minds, we will never leave. We arrived in Rome at 7:00 pm absolutely exhausted, checked into the Westin Excelsior, and went straight to bed. God, how could we be so lucky. October 28 Tuesday From Gucci, to Prada, toValentino, to Versace, each one, in turn, had to close their doors after her departure for lack of inventory. Kerensa taught Herb a curious economic fact originally discovered by American politicians: “It’s not how much you spend that counts. Its how much money you are saving”. Buoyed by the revelation, Herb returned to the hotel content that he had saved a bundle. October 29 Wednesday
We spent most of the day recuperating from yesterday’s shopping. Kerensa realized that she forgot to get a red bag to go with her Gucci red shoes. If you are asking why she didn’t carry another bag instead you are exhibiting the same lack of fashion consciousness that Herb displayed.
Arrivederci Roma. Salve Venice. Water, water, everywhere, and not a street to drive in. We took a water taxi to the Cipriani Hotel and were not prepared for either the cold or rain. All of our appropriate clothes had been sent home with Keith! Well, that is just another reason (along with red shoes) for Kerensa to go shopping. Shortly after arriving, Kerensa disclosed her plan to move Herb’s sports gear to the attic to make room for her new cloths. “Small price to pay for the woman you love,” Herb thought as he reconsidered Kerensa’s request to move into a larger abode. Oh, by the way, this is our one week anniversary. We celebrated at a local restaurant. October 31 Friday Venice is wet and wonderful. It was by water taxi that we arrived at the shopping district and there was a chill in the air for which we were ill prepared. A slight drizzle set the mood. We wandered the town searching for our evening meal at Quadri’s. Following dinner, we made our way back to the hotel by water taxi. November 1 Saturday
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