So, remember that time that I got married last weekend and then didn't go on my honeymoon? That was good times. No, wait, the opposite!
So, Matt and I were ten minutes away from going out the door to go to the airport to catch our flight to Mexico, when suddenly (dramatic pause) I sat down and said that I felt sick. It was only but a second or two before I was rushing into the bathroom to puke out the contents of my stomach. Appetizing, I know! You know the euphoria one usually feels after vomiting? Well, I didn't feel that, I just kept throwing up. It was an awesome way to spend the first full day of my married life. So, after missing our shuttle to the airport, we/Matt decided that it would probably be best if we didn't go to Mazatlan whilst I had my face in the toilet. I was forced to agree because I was certainly in no position to travel. This distressed me though because when I was booking the tickets for our honeymoon, my travel agent asked if I wanted to purchase the insurance on our tickets and I declined because I believed that I was invincible and there was nothing that would stop me from going on my honeymoon. I hate when I am wrong.
Apparently, the last 23 years of my life and my being sick a not small amount of that time left my mind when I decided to not buy the insurance. In conclusion, we missed our flight to Mazatlan and we came home instead so that I could be sick in my own bed. I was quite devastated over not going on my honeymoon on my account, but, luckily, I married the most amazing man ever and he convinced me that it would be okay. That all the money that we lost on our non-refundable flight and hotel room does not matter. Oye. Luckily, my Aunt Ginnie is amazing and she got us a credit on our airline tickets, but I'm still disappointed. So, I will spend my honeymoon lounging in my apartment in Pleasant Grove. I think that Honeymooning in Pleasant Grove has got to be one of the locations that you put on that MASH game to be mean to someone else. I blame Sarah for this. I think she put that on one of my MASH games once.
Well, it all could have been worse. I could have been sick on my wedding day, or I could have been sick on the airplane, so it all turned out well in that respect. If only I hadn't been sick at all.
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Ha ha...blaming me I see. Well, I don't think I ever put Pleasant Grove, but I most certainly put Eagle Mountain, so count yourself lucky that you aren't feeling sickly at my house! Like I am...right now. I blame you for this, how dare you allow me to hug you, and then get sick, and then throw up several times during the course of the night, make several pleas to God, and get about 3 hours total of sleep. All your fault. Happy Marriage!
WAIT WAIT WAIT! Why is everyone getting sick? I was sick a few days before I came out to your wedding, but it was just a head cold. So this was definitely NOT my fault. Nope nope nope. Although any disease Becky has been known to catch often mutates.
Regardless, I'm sorry all that bad stuff happened after all that good stuff happened. May good stuff happen again.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I did not sleep the night before or the night 0f Becky's wedding and went with about 51 hours with 2 hours cumulative sleep. I FREAKING ROCK!
I mostly rock because Justin, Robert and I beat X-men legends the night of Becky's wedding. GO ME!
TOot
T0OT!
Oh, and Lisa is teh R0xx()R!
It was Marvel Ultimate Alliance, Mike, sorry to correct you. :)
Man, too bad, if we'd known Matt was still in town, he could have come over and helped us beat it whilst Becky was puking out her internal organs! ;)
So let me see...the only woman in the wedding party who didn't get it was Marie...she's a witch! BURN HER!
I AM INVINCIBLE!!!
I could've told you Marie was a witch. But only because she has super powers and calls herself the Diamond Witch. The Diamond refers to the fact that she is, indeed, invincible.
Don't MESS with Marie.
Just with her katz.
Yeah, and that won't get you killed in at least 12 different ways.
Of course if you've lived around Marie long enough, then the invincibility begins to rub off on you. So I'm partially invincible...I think I'd only end up getting killed 3 ways at most.
Stabs Mike and runs
It's MUCH better to be sick at home in your own bed than in a strange bed in a hotel in Mexico. Believe me, I know. Joel and I went to Cabo San Lucas for our honeymoon. It all went good and well until the last couple of days. I made the mistake of trying Charizo (or however you spell it--mexican sausage). Anywho, the point is that I got awful cramps and was very very sick for the next day and a half. I spent one entire day in bed while Joel went exploring around Cabo. Fun times. We almost had to postpone our flight home, but I started feeling better in time to make it home. I'm sorry you didn't get to go on a real honeymoon, though. That's no fun. If you ever wanna come out to L.A., you have a place to stay with us. :)
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