MY HONEYMOON: Is It Just Us Or Do Other People Have These Things Happen?
So, I left off on Things that Went Wrong on My Wedding HERE.
Here’s part II – the Honeymoon.
Our wedding was a Sunday morning service with a buffet brunch. Even though so much had gotten muddled up, it was the happiest day of my life.
I would say that the whole wedding lasted about 3 hours. My husband doesn’t like to wear out his welcome. Even if it is at his own wedding.
Anyhoo…..We only had a couple of hours to get from our Chicago apartment to the airport and we were really running and I was truly exhausted.
We got on our flight about 9:00 p.m, splurged and flew first Class,
Our Honeymoon was to consist of 3 prongs: 1st was San Francisco, 2nd was Ventana and we would have the 3rd part in Las Vegas.
Somehow the airline knew we were on our honeymoon and we were served champagne and got some really nice note from the attendants and it was just really sweet.
It was at this point, as mentioned on my last post, when I told my husband that I believed I had a raging foot infection from getting a pedicure the day before. He yelled: “YOU HAVE AN INFECTION?” I asked him to shout a little louder as I don’t think the people in the last row of the plane had heard him.
So, we are on the plane, things are going well except for my foot throbbing and I’m wondering how long you can go with an infection without gangrene setting in.
Within an hour of our being in the air and we’re sitting all comfy, the woman directly across the aisle from us began to vomit…and vomit,…and vomit… I mean, really, how can you have all of that in your system? I don’t know how many of those little bags she used. She did this from the time we left Chicago until almost getting to San Francisco. One of those business type guys dressed in a suit, was sitting right next to her and he had a red, actually, a scarlet face the entire time. He was truly pissed. I was right across the aisle from her and it was no picnic for me either.
Anyhoo, 1st stop: San Francisco. By that time, it was about midnight and were exhausted and threw our luggage into the rental car and took off for the Fairmont Hotel. The doorman said, “Wow, you guys were really in a rush!” I mean, we had baggage upside down and every which way.
We checked in, got to our room and I went to wash my face and they had some kind of drought and all that came out was a small trickle of super hot water. That was all I needed. I broke down into tears. Not little dainty tears; huge sobbing.
So, my new husband is trying to console me, but really, how can you console a person when all they wanted was to just wash their face and get some sleep. I’m sure he was wondering what kind of whacko he just married. Of course, I had the same thought about him 5 hours earlier when he was laughing maniacally at the in-flight movie.
We stripped the honor bar of their nuts and candy and dropped into bed and fell right asleep.
The next morning I ordered my favorite room service meal: French Toast .
I have to tell you guys, this was the best room service food ever. I always eat French Toast when I’m celebrating. There was just something about the Fairmont in that everything was perfection!
Anyway, everything’s going really well and we’re riding the cable cars and eating great food and bugging people to take our picture (Pre-selfies) and, well, little did I know this was was pretty much going to be the most normal time of our honeymoon.
We then headed to Honeymoon Part 2.
We drove our rental car up to Ventana in the Big Sur in California.
Ventana may just be the most romantic place in the country.
It’s located in Big Sur and they have the most beautiful cabins and everything is custom made and we had a room with a fireplace.
After we checked in and got settled in our room, I think we almost set the place on fire. My husband went to get the fireplace going and he either turned the flu or closed it, but in minutes, our place was immersed in smoke.
The staff started running in to get everything under control and we were kind of mortified because we knew that we were going to be “that couple”; you know, the ones that always have a problem and take up 90% of the staff’s time.
Anyway, the thing about Ventana is that the environment and food is really all about being healthy and eating healthy. I mean, people even take walks through the woods. They have breakfast in this gorgeous, huge room where you could eat outside with the most beautiful view. However, their food is really healthy. Stuff like: Oatmeal, egg whites, granola and fresh fruit. We HATE that kind of food. But we had nowhere else to go so we ate and went back to our cabin.
For some reason, that healthy food did not sit well with both of us, but my husband took the brunt of it and really, really had to go to the bathroom! Badly! When he came out of the bathroom, he said, “We’ve got a problem”. Oh NO! Not another problem.
“What is it? I ask.
“I got the toilet stopped up. We’ve gotta call for a plunger.”
So we called the Front Desk and told them our problem. Then we got the hell out of the room and by the time we got back, everything was fixed.
Fast forward to day 2 – Same thing. Call for plunger and run out of the room. I think it was the whole drought thing and there wasn’t enough water in the toilet. Maybe not.
Fast forward to day 3 – We found the plunger on our balcony when we woke up.
However, it was our last day there (collective sigh from the staff) and we had to get to Vegas, baby.
We had a late sign out because our flight was at night. Our last morning in Ventata had my husband in the bathroom with his book on “how to gamble’ or something like that and it fell out of his hands and, when he went to pick it up, he wrenched his back. I mean, it was BAD. He could barely move. I don’t know how we made it to the airport in that car and for him to be able to sit up for that ride and then the flight to Vegas. He was in serious pain.
Finally, we arrive at the hotel in Vegas and there’s a whole line of people waiting to check in and when they got to us, my husband, who is crouched down so far that he looked about 4’2″ insisted on a room with a hot tub. I mean, by now, he couldn’t even move.
So we got our room with the hot tub and he couldn’t wait to get in it.
Our First Fight as a Married Couple.
Him: Why don’t you go in the pool or something. I’m just going to sit in the hot tub.
Me: How am I supposed to have fun when you’re sitting here in pain??!??
Him: I’m fine.
Me: NO! You’re Not!
I should have just gone out and found him some aspirin and a heating pad. I think he really just wanted to be left alone at that point.
So we’ve got 2 or 3 days in Vegas and on the very last night of our honeymoon, my husband was pain-free.
One last note: We’re waiting to catch our plane and played the slots one more time and I stopped using my machine since it was just eating up my money. Well….you know where this is going. A guy plops down and wins a jackpot on MY machine.
So…that was basically it. I don’t mean to say that the honeymoon was bad; it wasn’t. It was beautiful and so much fun and when I saw him trying to gamble with that horrible back, my heart went out to him and I was overwhelmed with how much I loved him.
It’s the ‘mistakes’ and the “craziness” that occurs that make a wedding and honeymoon. Those are things that make you really laugh every year on your Anniversary.
So….do tell! Any mistakes or weird things that have happened on your wedding or honeymoon? I’d love to hear it.