Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
In September I’m getting married in an informal ceremony on a Hawaiian beach. I’ll be wearing a vivid ocean blue jersey sundress with simple Tahitian pearl jewelry and white orchids in my hair. I’m not going to wear shoes on the beach, but for the dinner after the ceremony, I’ll need a pair of sandals, something affordable that’s pretty but not too fussy.
Manolo says, how the Manolo well remembers the single beach wedding he attended, many years ago, in the seaside resort mecca of Panama City, Florida. (Where all of your wildest mini-golf and ribald t-shirt desires may be satisfied!)
It was the beautiful and moving ceremony, the bride in the lovely, white sundress-ish thing, the groom so handsome in his tuxedo from the Jimmy Buffet “Margauritaville” collection. The Manolo nearly wept with joy for his friends.
And then the sand fleas came.
Afterward, the fragrance of calamine lotion and domestic beer scented the magic Redneck Riviera night.
Ayyy! Hawaii! You will need the most beautiful shoes possible for your festival of poi, roast pig, and lifelong commitment.