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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Honeymooners So we've been back from our honeymoon for a while, so thought it's about time to give a bit of a recap of our awesome time in St. Lucia.
Let's start at the beginning, which admittedly didn't go so well. Our flight was supposed to get off the ground just before midnight, and it was looking pretty good. We boarded on time, but after half an hour or so, it was pretty clear there was a problem. After a full hour, we get an announcement that the black box is broken, and we need to switch planes. Now, in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Well, if the black box is ever needed, I'm not gonna be around to care about it."
Anyway, after another hour of disembarking, and then re-embarking (never done that before), we took off for Miami. However, instead of a two-and-a-half hour layover, we had under 30 minutes, to disembark, hustle through the airport, and get to our connector. Good news: we did it. Bad news: our luggage didn't.
We get to the hotel in our San Fran civvies, so you can imagine we're not dressed for 80 degree weather. Add in the fact our bathing suits and toiletries were in our bags, the next 24 (really 30) hours were not going to be fun. Oh yeah, American Airlines for some reason couldn't send our bags until the following day on the same numbered flight, even though there were other flights available. I officially hate American Airlines. We had to go to the store at the hotel, and spent way too much money on some toothpaste, flip-flops, and t-shirts.
Enough of the bad stuff... after we got our bags the following night, it was all gravy. We stayed at the Sandals Regency, which is an all-inclusive resort in the southeast corner of the Caribbean. Throughout the resort, there were, I think, 5 bars (including two pool-based), all included. My personla favorite drink of the week was the Dirty Banana, which I believe led me to ingesting at least 2 dozen bananas in the span of 5 days. Healthy, eh? To top it all off, the hotel came fully stocked with various types of liquor we could enjoy at our leisure, plus our own personal pool... which, sadly, is nowhere near as cool as it sounds.
Aside from a fairly average buffet, the food was phenomenal. We ate at a french style restaurant twice which gave me my first time truly enjoying caviar (that wasn't simple 'roe' on top of sushi). There was a Benihana-style Japanese restaurant which allowed me to get totally blitzed on hot saki that the rest of the table didn't seem to enjoy (later that evening I had trouble distiguishing the men's restroom from the women's). For lunch, we nearly always went to a great outoor place right on the beach, which had some of the most surprisingly good pizza (my personal favorite was topped with squid, clams, and mussels). Probably my favorite aspect was that we could order room service (still included) at all hours of the night.
When we weren't eating, drinking, or sunning, Kris and I finally resumed our love of Scrabble with eachother. It had fallen to the wayside as of late, but the honeymoon provided a nice oppurtunity to rekindle that spark, and since we've returned, we've been playing more and more (especially thanks to the Facebook application, which is awesome).
Excursions-wise, we didn't do too much, other than a single trip out snorkling for half an hour. The water was absolutely gorgeous though, sometimes it seemed warmer than all the pools at the resort. I saw a dead lobster. For some reason, I found that kinda cool.
Anyway, the trip back home was nowhere near as frustrating as the trip there, however it was still not the best ending to the trip. Our flight back from Miami took us to LAX at just about midnight. It was then we found out we would need to leave the terminal, get our luggage, and wait for hours for us to be allowed to re-check our luggage, then go through security again. Suffice to say, after spending hours in the airplane, sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs imagineable near the baggage claim exit for like 4 hours in the middle of the night was not the most fun one can have.
Well, that's pretty much everything I can remember. APologies to the wife for the month-long delay in blogging about it... I am such a procrastinator.
BTW, for those interested, this is my 1,000th blog entry!Holz | 12:43 PM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (2)
Good luck with the job stuff, glad to hear you both had fun down in the islands. Jason and I are going on a ghost hunting expedition down at Fort Mifflin (yes, it will be Friday the 13th). I will let him tell any stories that might result, he is the writer.
I totally understand honeymoon travelling woes. On ours, we decided to drive down to SKyline Drive and then head on over to Tennessee. On the way, we got caught in fog on Skyline Drive. 10mph max and we had 15 miles left to go after already being on it like 2 hours. Then we hit a deer with the rental car. Then we get to the hotel we're staying at for the night and realize I returned my credit card with my tux. After that, it was gravy, but the first day su-ucked.
"Let a man get away with fuckin' you once, you stay bent over so's he can fuck you again whenever he damn well pleases. An' if one man can do it? Another will too. An' another, an' another still. So's being fucked, that's yer life. 'Til who you were, you ain't. 'Cause all you are is an asshole."|
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