Story Weekend: Honeymoons
What’s your honeymoon story? Maybe you’ve never had one, in which case you may need to borrow one from someone else. Either way, I hope you’ll play!
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve been contributing. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge. Happy writing!
A private cabin on a Minnesota lake owned by a state senator, who just happens to be friends with your new husband’s parents. Sounds like a lovely spot for a honeymoon, doesn’t it? Well, it wasn’t! It was about ten foot by ten foot, had an unfinished plank floor with scratchy sand on it, NO bathroom, except the one down the path, a bed that sagged in the middle almost to the floor. I don’t think I cried in disappointment, but I know I had to fight hard to hold back the tears. What about all my pretty new lingerie? How did that fit into this picture? Not easily. My husband wasn’t exactly thrilled, either. Together we made the decision to vacate the cabin after one night and move to the Bemidgi Lodge, a lovely inn set amongst the trees, with plumbing, comfy beds, and carpet instead of sand on the floor.
Priceless, Bernie!
My parents were married on May 6, 1961 and they have loads of funny stories to tell. When they first got back from their honeymoon, my grandmother thought she’d do them a favor and go to the laundromat with all of their laundry. She put the clothes in the washing machine and left to go get a cup of coffee. When she got back, the laundromat was on fire! It burned down and took all of my parents clothes with it. I’m sure it did not seem funny at the time, but we had a lot of laughs over that one over the years. I love you Mommy and Daddy!
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Our honeymoon was actually renamed a “Familymoon” by me because I had been previously married and didn’t want my son left behind. So the three of us went to Punta Cana and had ourselves a merry old time at the Iberostar Resort. One funny incident that happened was I had promised my husband a massage on the beach as his wedding gift from me. He tipped the bartenders so generously that every time he went back to the bar for a piña colada they kept adding more rum and less mix, so consequently he had so much to drink he didn’t remember the massage and I had to buy him another one the next day. All in all we still had a swell time!
I like the idea of a “familymoon” and I bet your son appreciated it.
Ah now I was married on Halloween. Can anyone say Trick or treat? My dad was not amused. Friends Listen to your parents, Some nameless motel on the interstate in Maine where we ordered pizza and I bounced the dough ball off of yer man’s head when it reached the door. Music thumping through the tissue thin walls and smashed pumpkins on the road to our journey to our destination. Doomed from the start:} So it was and so it shall be. I think bridal magazines have a lot to answer for. Just sayin:}
lol, Sheree.
We honeymooned in Crete back in 1985, before it became a clubber’s paradise. I have a few memories that can be shared publicly (and before the watershed!)
** I married young, and looked younger, and my new husband was not impressed to be mistakenly identified as my father!
** Arriving at our destination weary and ready for bed we flung ourselves onto the generous double bed and discovered it was made of concrete!
** The maid arrived way too early one morning and surprised us doing what honeymooners do. Not sure who was more embarrassed!
** John bought a smart white sweater as a souvenir, which I popped into our first ‘shared’ wash and turned pale pink from a red sock that sneaked in to the twin tub. He never wore it again (but I did!)
Today is my daughter’s first wedding anniversary. How old do I feel!
Steph x
Great memories. . . except for the concrete bed. Yikes.
My late wife and I decided to do Hawaii.
We chose to start with the main island, then move on to Kawaii.
The airline lost all of our luggage somewhere between Phoenix and LA. And NEVER found it.
Gone: all of my wife’s bridal shower gifts, a camera I borrowed from a buddy who was a professional photographer, my wife’s jewelry, most of our clothes…
On the flight from LA to Honolulu, the pregnant new wife next to us threw up constantly and the very drunk woman in back of us loudly complained about missing the guy she met the night before, “he even had a nine inch tongue”.
Welcome to paradise…
It took a while to relax into the rest of the trip.
And, yes, Kauai is gorgeous!
OMG. You win the nightmare honeymoon award, Marc.
We intended to go to college in Texas and when we left home in NJ we hadn’t had the time to marry so the deed was done in Wichita Falls. Then the state of Texas informed us that they had doubled the out of state tuition and we were left with no recourse than to turn around and drive back home. We hadn’t expected to have a honeymoon but we ambled back finding an evening dinner in Hannibal Missouri a stroll through Lincoln’s home in Springfield Illinois and three days on the Gettysburg battlefields. A honeymoon unplanned but bittersweet in its spontaneity.