I've got a bit of a sore throat today (Ryan says it's karma for how much I talked at him about babies last night) so I'm going to keep this entry short and sweet so I can go drink some chamomile tea* and watch The History Channel**.
**The History Channel. It's oddly soothing to me, probably because my dad is a crazy history nut. I have been to all of the Civil War battle sites.
Anyway. Today I am going to recount for you Ryan's and my honeymoon. If you're new here you can catch up on our entire story here:
The High School Years
The College Years
The Wedding - Part I
The Wedding - Part II
So after Ryan and I got hitched, tied the knot, took the plunge or whatever you want to call it (Ryan prefers "bought the cow" because of how he is a jerk) we went back to our hotel suite, had a bottle of champagne and opened all of our cards and gifts.
I did not let Ryan carry me over the threshold of the hotel room because he was tipsy and I figured as much as the whole "threshold" idea was good luck, the whole "bride with a broken face" was probably bad.
The next morning we awoke bright and early because we had a car service coming to take us to the airport at 530. It turns out though that our flight is cancelled because of icy runways so we decide to just stay an extra night in the hotel and book another flight leaving the next day.
We went to brunch with some friends, including OJ, who seemed just a bit too delighted that everyone's flights had been cancelled. I could tell because of how he kept making this face.
|Yes we get it OJ. The sign says Gallagher's.|
We stepped off the plane, eager to feel the sun on our pale faces. Instead we were greeted with sleet. It was seriously frigid. Like in the 20s frigid. People everywhere kept telling us how uncharacteristic this weather was and how just the day before (you know, the day we were supposed to arrive) it had been 70 and beautiful. I could only now assume that bad weather was following me around.
Instead of going directly to our hotel we headed to an outlet mall and purchased all of the winter gear that we had not thought to bring. Then we jetted off to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
|Platform 9 3/4|
|On Ryan's computer, his caption for this picture is "This is my wife." I never know quite how to take that.|
|I put this picture up on Facebook and tagged me as Beauty and Ryan as Beast. He didn't notice for like ten days.|
Later that night we headed to The Magic Kingdom for just a little bit, to see the castle all lit up. It was gorgeous. It takes more than 200,000 lights to make it look like this. I know this because I looked it up after we got back to our hotel that night. Ryan knows this because I told him all about it on the plane ride to Costa Rica the next day.
As we walked away from the castle, I took one last picture and whispered "Someday this will be my home." And Ryan was like "What did you say?" And I was like "Nothing."
|I will throw a ball and you will all be invited.|
We checked into our resort and were introduced to our personal butler, Jonathan. His first words to me were literally "Mrs. Gallagher, your every wish is my command." And then we got to our room to find he had left us this. And I was like "Ryan, you could learn a lot from this Jonathan fellow."
|You can see all five of the books I brought on the nightstand. I finished them all and had to buy two more. That's what you're supposed to do on your honeymoon right?|
Most days in Costa Rica were spent like this. In a bungalow that Ryan rented for me daily because of how I am allergic to the sun. There are two beers on the table next to me because Jonathan was great at making sure I never ran out of beer, not because one is mine and one is Ryan's.
|I will have something fruity. In a coconut. Extra flowers. No tiny swords.|
|I will have a luau and you will all be invited.|
|That's not it at all. Do less.|
|I can see your belly button.|
On another day, Ryan and I booked an excursion. First up was zip-lining. If you look closely at this picture and the next one you can see evidence of my sun allergy on my legs.
|If this is how bad it is when I stay out of the sun, imagine if I actually tried to tan.|
Right after they took this picture, the guide told us that just the day before a monkey had jumped onto the zip line and collided with a guest. Ryan almost backed out when he heard that. I was just like "If he backs out can I do the course twice?" Ryan looked at me like I was insane until I explained "double the chances to catch a monkey RYAN." Then he told me I was insane. And I was like "Whatever Ryan," and turned to the guide and asked if he had any bananas handy that I could use as monkey bait.
|That tiny little speck is me. I am probably shouting "Here monkey monkey monkey!"|
|And I was like THIS. This is why I married him.|
And with that our excursion was over and it was back to the resort to lounge around for the remaining couple of days of our honeymoon. Nothing much interesting happened except for Ryan got attacked by a wild jungle cat. Oh you want to hear that story?
So there were these two feral cats that sort of wandered around the resort at will. There were signs telling you not to feed the cats but I am a bleeding heart and those cats were SO SKINNY. So I disobeyed and occasionally wrapped pieces of my meals in napkins and put them in my pockets and fed them to the cats. Thus one of the cats became very very attached to me and would not leave my side. It even took to laying in the pool bungalow with me. (I was careful not to touch the cat because I didn't know what jungle diseases it was carrying.) One night Ryan and I were out on a patio having a drink and some appetizers. The cat was sitting nearby, hoping I would toss it a piece of shrimp or something. Ryan went to kiss me (because he does like me after all) and the cat got jealous or something and pounced. And Ryan screamed like a woman and I was like "Katniss! No! You stop that right now!" And that is the story of how Ryan got attacked by a jungle cat.
I'll leave you to your weekends now Blogstalkers! Talk to you on Monday!