My cousin had his wedding in Mexico last year, and I agreed to attend. I had been there once before, so I had an idea of what to expect. The plane and hotel were both all good. I enjoyed the pools and bars and restaurants. When it came to the wedding, it seemed like the good times were to be continued. That is, until I sat down. I had brought a little dress for the occasion that was dressy but stylish at the same time. I hadn’t realized they weren’t going to have the wedding inside. I figured they’d take advantage of the air conditioned ballroom at the hotel. Unfortunately, the chairs were a shiny sort of fake leather fabric, and because of the heat and my sweat, when I sat down, it sounded like I farted. I assured my neighbors sitting next to me that it was just the chair. After the wedding, at the reception, we were again outside in the heat and not inside in the nice air conditioning. I was baffled by this perverse chain of events. When I sat down at my table, again the chair squeaked in an odd way and I got some awkward stares. The one saving grace was the bar. They had the reception on a terrace, and the bar was located just inside. As soon as I walked through the doors, I was relieved to feel cool air conditioning on my skin! After a few moments of drinking in the filtered air, I sat at the bar, thankfully without a squeak, and ordered a drink. I never wanted to leave the bar ever again! In fact, that’s where I stayed for most of the night!