Got married Wednesday, June 29, 2011 on near the Chesapeake Bay on the Tred Avon River. It was nearly perfect (aside from the fact my veil stuck to my false eyelashes the whole time and our niece Lexi screamed through the whole ceremony. She was not having a good time). The reception dinner was the best meal of my life and started a long chain of caloric eating that resulted in five pounds by the time I made it back to Grantsville.
Went to Baltimore on a mini-honeymoon where the first day we went to an expensive Italian restaurant (had a bottle of wine), then went to the Oriole's game (had four beers) and finally came back to the hotel bar where I had four chocolate martinis. Result: newlywed puking her guts out in a four star hotel bathroom...I couldn't quite make it back to room 3606.
Mini moon jellyfish |
Next day of minimoon: Managed to make it out of bed by 10 a.m. only to look out my window and see construction workers hanging from some ropes outside my window on the 36th floor. Did I mention that my romper also made it's way to the kitchen section of our suite? Once I got over the shame/hangover, we went to the aquarium. Like usual, several homeless people approached Paul on our way there and 20 minutes of pointless conversation and $5 later, we made it inside. Saw a snake shedding it's skin and my favorite part were the moon jellyfish. Then we ate lunch (Italian obvi), walked around little Italy, changed for dinner and went to the Rusty Scupper for some seafood. It was delicious and our waiter Charlie, who was on his second day at the job, wished us a hearty Mavel Tov on our nuptials and gave us free champagne.
Now I'm just married.
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