Just the first day of the honeymoon

We got back to the hotel at about 11, maybe a little earlier. The room was blessedly freezing (thank you Russ) and I could actually breath again after he got me a little unzipped. Turns out that the boning on the dress stopped just a little long of my ribcage, so when I sat down it completely compressed my lungs.

Anyway. So we were supposed to have a bottle of champagne waiting in the room, "Compliments to the newly weds", but it wasn't there, so Russ went ahead and called down to ask them to send it up. It got there. With a bill. He told the waiter that we were supposed to get that for free, but the man wasn't sure so he went back down to check on it. We ordered room service (absolutely bloody FANTASTIC chicken quesidilla for me and a burger of, I presume, fair appetizations for him) and a margarita for me.

BLEK! Psychos put the salt IN the drink. Not on the rim, IN the drink.

Nonetheless, we finished up and headed off to bed for the night

We got up at 7 this morning, more or less rested (FYI: the comforter at the Marriot makes a noise like a bag of hissing snakes every time you move.), were ready to get out by about 8:30, 9. Called Dad to come pick up the suit and dress and bring me some cake (the only piece I got was the little bit Russ fed me)

To Be Continued....

written by  eightcubed on August 9, 2008 from Hazard, United States
from the travel blog: Honeymoon
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