PINEAPPLES & DIAMONDS
Went with the electric blue bikini today. Trix and I are twinning, only she's wearing a one-piece. We've already done our millennial duty and posted multiple pics to Insta. Don't worry. Lots of day pics, artsy and with that ~tropical~ aesthetic. Also got a nice group shot after dinner last night, thanks to Fae.
My eyes follow a pelican as it cuts across the sky and perches on a buoy just off the port.
The front lounge deck is littered with articles of clothing, towels, drinks, and a giant sculpture made of fruit. Compliments of Kai and Aki.
"Got 'em." Trix rejoins our deck party, dropping a canvas sack on the floor.
"Perfect," I say, pulling open the bag.
"Perfectly ripe pineapples," Lauren says, smiling.
"Am I missing something?" Meg asks. "Oh is this another trendy Pinterest thing?"
"Duh," Trix giggles.
"You slice off the top, core the pineapple, blend and then pour it back into," Lauren says. "Like a cup."
"It's extra, obviously," I say, suppressing a grin.
Who doesn't want to sip fresh colada out of a pineapple?
We each carve our own pineapple glass. The boys are who knows where, but I low key wish I left with them. Not that I don't love Trix to death and occasionally enjoy the whole gossiping over drinks pastime, but still. It's just been a lot of girl time lately.
A lot of wedding-talk.
A lot of pre-marital bliss if ya know what I mean.
And I cannot exactly partake in it.
I focus on the current problem at hand.
"Ugh and we still need a song! Travis and I can't agree on anything. Nothing seems good enough." Trix rolls onto her stomach. "Nothing quite... ya know," Trix pauses.
"Encapsulates your relationship?" I suggest for her, half kidding but whole-heartedly knowing it's exactly right. I try to imagine selecting a single song to define my relationship with Brooks.
"Yes! Exactly," Trix moans. "It's like no song gets us. And of course, the florist sent this whole long email barrage of problems. Total BS. So don't be shocked if you guys end up walking down the aisle coral clusters."
"I could get behind that," Meg answers.
"Same. About the coral," I nod in agreement.
Anything to calm down the bride, right?
One hour. Two hours. Three. Four. It's well into the day when I check the time and realize the hours lost spent talking about Whit and Alex's life plans and Lauren's honeymoon ideas and tons of other trivial shit.
Lauren eventually asks about Go Zen, interested to see if I'm expanding my yoga studio any time soon.
"Do you ever want to have a whole slew of studios? Make it a franchise or something?" Lauren says, wedging a pineapple slice between her teeth.
"You should totally do that. Yoga is very in right now," Whit agrees, spritzing her face with toning mist. No, I'm not kidding.
"I have plans in the works. I'd love several more locations, but it's a lot of work if I can't run them myself. Maybe that's a 5-year plan." I try to laugh at the end to make light of my own unrealistic goals.
"Oh I bet you could find people to run it, no problem," Whit answers.
"It also costs money, too." Meg jumps in to defend me.
"Exactly," I say. "For now I'm happy as-is."
I empty my pineapple in one last gulp and adjust my floppy hat to try and block out Whit. I catch a whiff of her mango toning mist and HATE how good it smells.
Somehow we move on to Edge Apparel and Brooks's plans for his own expansion and brand partnership and tons of opportunities that sound great. I guess Brody shares everything with Lauren, because she seems to know Brooks's 5-year plan better than I do.
Go Zen yourself, Emmy.
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The group congregates in the inside dining room for an early dinner. My skin is confused by the drastic temperature drop as I go inside for maybe the second time today. I throw on a knit top to deter the air conditioner's 5-minute plan from freezing me out.
Speaking of freezing out... I notice some shady ass tension going on between the B bros. I'm tempted take Aki's giant sashimi knife and cut it.
"Everything ok?" I whisper when I get close enough to Brooks.
He shakes me off and for second I expect him to play aloof and pretend he's no clue what I'm talking about.
"Later, I'll tell you later," Brooks says, squeezing my hand once before dropping it at my side.
I barely nod before Brooks is already joining the others at the table.
A large smorgasbord occupies the glass surface. I get my vegan-friendly plate together and take a spot between Meg and Brody.
"Bon Appétit!" Cap raises his glass.
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