July 2001

I am in Spain with a girlfriend. We are in this department store and looking around when I catch the eye of this Spaniard. We flirt with each other from a distance for a while and finally he approaches me and asks me out. I tell him no because I am in Spain to get married and soon I have to go to the rehearsal. My friend and I walk out the door and down a long winding metal stair well and the man follows us. We are running and giggling as he chases us playfully. On the bottom floor we exit to a dining area. It's the location of the wedding. The room is open and leads out to the ocean. Brian and I are standing together watching the people arrive. They enter from the side and have to go up these stairs. It's raining out and they're walking through the water and then rising up out of it. The storm begins to intensify and we have to stop the ceremony. Huge waves are splashing up against the building. I am a little bit fearful, but then we all begin laughing about it.