Paradise.
This time I can tell you that it's taken me a while to post because I've been working! I'm so glad to be out of the house and contributing again. And now I'll try to remember the honeymoon almost 2 months ago.
Soldier and I didn't take a honeymoon the first time around, so we decided to do it right this time. Two days after the wedding, we were off to an all inclusive in Mexico. Our flight left hella early after a few long days so that was super fun. I think the first flight left at 6 am, which meant we left the house at like 3. Gag. The good news is our flights went fine. We had a layover and breakfast in Dallas where we ran into many other honeymooners. Thankfully Soldier and I didn't have the cliche Mr. and Mrs. or Ball and Chain or Just Married shirts. They made me roll my eyes; I don't think it was because of how tired I was.
After a few more hours we landed on a beautiful, sunny island. It was pretty easy getting through customs, and we used a site that took care of getting us from the airport to the resort so that was nice. They kept trying to get us to sit through time share or resort presentations and sell us stuff, which was super obnoxious. I just wanted to drop my stuff off, get a drink, and get in the pool.
Finally we got checked in and to our room and opened our bottle of welcome wine. The best decision we made was to get a swim up room. So after a couple of drinks we waded out to the pool bar from the room. Ah-may-zing.
A lot of our time there consisted of hanging out on the beach and by the pool. A couple of days in we had scheduled a dive so I could get my certification. For some reason I was really panicked and tossed and turned most of the night from the knots in my stomach. The next morning I had to force myself to choke down breakfast and continued to fret.
It was pretty much a goner before it started; even jumping in the water i started getting the panicky feeling. I felt like I really wasn't prepared and didn't know what to do. Breathing on the regulator was weird and unnatural. We did see some really cool stuff: a couple of huge lobsters, an octopus, lots of fish, a barracuda or two, and the reef. It was ridiculously beautiful.
We surfaced and I asked Soldier if he would still love me if I didn't do it again. As amazing as it was, I hated almost every minute of it and just wanted to be back up in the air the whole time. So we cancelled the rest of my dives and Soldier scheduled a couple for the next day. It actually worked out well because he got to do a wreck dive, which probably would have terrified me. So it was a win-win.
Then it was back to beach and pool and booze. One of the cool things about the all-inclusive was they planned activities in the afternoons; one was archery, the next (when Soldier was diving) was rifle shooting, and our last afternoon was a foam party. I was pretty proud of myself, I wasn't half bad at the archery, and I looked like I knew what I was doing.
The foam party was super fun, but I have no idea how people do that in clubs. It's sticky and gets everywhere and the saving grace was that we could jump in the pool. But damn it, it was fun!
Our last day...well most days, we stumbled our way to breakfast and a little hair of the dog. (Soldier wisely says "you can't be drunk and hungover at the same time.") We got out fine but the airport was absolutely bananas. It took for freaking ever. Like somewhere between 2 and 3 hours...I was honestly getting a little concerned we'd miss our flight. And the majority of that time was just checking in; we got through security in a snap. But the flights went fine and my wonderfully caring mama brought me a winter coat that I'd forgotten to ask for.
We had another couple of days back home which were of course too short. I basically spent the entire time crying because saying goodbye is the WORST. The W.O.R.S.T.
But, those are the basics. We had a great time, minus a couple of alcohol induced arguments, and I'd be happy to solely have all-inclusive vacations from now on.
Is it too early to go back now?
Friday, December 30, 2016
Friday, December 9, 2016
Wedding Bells Pt.3
Time to party.
After the family pictures we went to a park with some weeping willows and nice fall-colored trees with the wedding party. All the pictures didn't take nearly as long as I expected so we had time to run to a local brewery for some more pictures and a few drinks.
I had talked to one of the owners and gotten permission to take some pictures back in the brewing area, which I was pretty excited about. It wasn't a big area so just Soldier and I got to go back, but we got some cool shots. It turned out that we actually had a lot of time, so we all had a couple drinks and some of the guys got a pizza.
Off to the reception. Our entrance song was Danger Zone because we're fun and silly and it totally didn't take me weeks to decide on that. Just before we made our entrance, Soldier told me to just follow his lead and stick to the right. When we got out there, he spun me around into a high five...it was adorable. We're adorable. Totes adorbs.
Somehow we got there a little late or they didn't serve dinner on time or something, but we only had the photographer for a limited time so we basically had to do everything at once.
First we did the toasts while dinner was starting. Rockstar Sister did mine and made me cry. I think about it and cry. She started it by saying she had such a hard time writing it because she realized she had been writing it for the wrong person; she'd started writing it for the little girl she used to dress up and, yup, I'm crying again. Soldier's brother had some nice things to say about how he and Soldier both married their first girlfriend and some other cute stuff.
We were able to eat for like 5 minutes, then did our first dance. It was Sinatra's The Way You Look Tonight. Then we had our parent dances (at the same time) to a sweet version of You are My Sunshine. My parents used to sing it to us kids when we were mad at them. Then we quickly cut our little cheesecake for the camera, and I wanted to get a couple of pictures outside at the marina.
Just as we were walking out the door, a friend of Soldier's stopped us. Now, the background on this guy is he's one of the most unreliable people anyone knows. Days before the wedding he still hadn't RSVPed and told us that he just might show up, possibly with his wife and a couple of their kids. Anyway he stopped us and angrily said he had to go pick up his kid. He asked Soldier how long we'd be there, how long we'd be in town, etc, and I was on the verge of telling him we were trying to do stuff, and he ended with "don't have kids till you've had all your adventures." It was one of the most cringeworthy but funny things I've experienced.
Back inside we had time to shove a couple more bites in our faces before...I dunno. Something happened. People started talking to us or something. Then dancing started and then they brought out the cake. Which I had NONE of because I'm a damn DISGRACE. I'm so disappointed in myself! The rest is pretty much just a blur of dancing and drinking. Although I do remember seeing people eating our tiny cheesecake later on because they're super tacky.
It was somewhere between 11 and 12 when we left. Some people were going to after party at the in laws, and we considered going but figured we'd probably just get drunk and pass out there. So we went off to the hotel. In the room I realized 2 things: we had a large jacuzzi tub, and I was starving. After actually eating, I had another realization: I forgot the hook to undo all the buttons on my dress. Soldier was really patient and didn't even complain that he had to take care of it.
I insisted on a bath because the jacuzzi was there, and we had a drink while soaking.
Oh! I forgot something fun. So one night at my parent's house I went to make a drink and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Turns out it was empty. I started to yell until I saw a button...and it turns out it had a scrolly message on it! So when we got to the reception there was one of those bottles on our little table with a congratulations message on it. It was the coolest!
So we had a drink with our fancy vodka and passed out immediately after. Not in the tub, don't worry. That may have led to drowning.
The next morning we stumbled our way downstairs for that crappy hotel breakfast buffet and went to spend some time with our families before we jetting off to sunny Mexico.
After the family pictures we went to a park with some weeping willows and nice fall-colored trees with the wedding party. All the pictures didn't take nearly as long as I expected so we had time to run to a local brewery for some more pictures and a few drinks.
I had talked to one of the owners and gotten permission to take some pictures back in the brewing area, which I was pretty excited about. It wasn't a big area so just Soldier and I got to go back, but we got some cool shots. It turned out that we actually had a lot of time, so we all had a couple drinks and some of the guys got a pizza.
Off to the reception. Our entrance song was Danger Zone because we're fun and silly and it totally didn't take me weeks to decide on that. Just before we made our entrance, Soldier told me to just follow his lead and stick to the right. When we got out there, he spun me around into a high five...it was adorable. We're adorable. Totes adorbs.
Somehow we got there a little late or they didn't serve dinner on time or something, but we only had the photographer for a limited time so we basically had to do everything at once.
First we did the toasts while dinner was starting. Rockstar Sister did mine and made me cry. I think about it and cry. She started it by saying she had such a hard time writing it because she realized she had been writing it for the wrong person; she'd started writing it for the little girl she used to dress up and, yup, I'm crying again. Soldier's brother had some nice things to say about how he and Soldier both married their first girlfriend and some other cute stuff.
We were able to eat for like 5 minutes, then did our first dance. It was Sinatra's The Way You Look Tonight. Then we had our parent dances (at the same time) to a sweet version of You are My Sunshine. My parents used to sing it to us kids when we were mad at them. Then we quickly cut our little cheesecake for the camera, and I wanted to get a couple of pictures outside at the marina.
Just as we were walking out the door, a friend of Soldier's stopped us. Now, the background on this guy is he's one of the most unreliable people anyone knows. Days before the wedding he still hadn't RSVPed and told us that he just might show up, possibly with his wife and a couple of their kids. Anyway he stopped us and angrily said he had to go pick up his kid. He asked Soldier how long we'd be there, how long we'd be in town, etc, and I was on the verge of telling him we were trying to do stuff, and he ended with "don't have kids till you've had all your adventures." It was one of the most cringeworthy but funny things I've experienced.
Back inside we had time to shove a couple more bites in our faces before...I dunno. Something happened. People started talking to us or something. Then dancing started and then they brought out the cake. Which I had NONE of because I'm a damn DISGRACE. I'm so disappointed in myself! The rest is pretty much just a blur of dancing and drinking. Although I do remember seeing people eating our tiny cheesecake later on because they're super tacky.
It was somewhere between 11 and 12 when we left. Some people were going to after party at the in laws, and we considered going but figured we'd probably just get drunk and pass out there. So we went off to the hotel. In the room I realized 2 things: we had a large jacuzzi tub, and I was starving. After actually eating, I had another realization: I forgot the hook to undo all the buttons on my dress. Soldier was really patient and didn't even complain that he had to take care of it.
I insisted on a bath because the jacuzzi was there, and we had a drink while soaking.
Oh! I forgot something fun. So one night at my parent's house I went to make a drink and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Turns out it was empty. I started to yell until I saw a button...and it turns out it had a scrolly message on it! So when we got to the reception there was one of those bottles on our little table with a congratulations message on it. It was the coolest!
So we had a drink with our fancy vodka and passed out immediately after. Not in the tub, don't worry. That may have led to drowning.
The next morning we stumbled our way downstairs for that crappy hotel breakfast buffet and went to spend some time with our families before we jetting off to sunny Mexico.
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