Friday, January 23, 2009

The Epic part One

Pretty much since we had started dating Way Cooler saved all his Toonies and Loonies for my engagement ring and our honeymoon.

Repeat after me: awwwwwww.

He wanted it to be special. He also wanted it to be a surprise. The only problem was, I don't do surprises well. I'm a control freak planner and really did want to know what was going on.

So, a couple of months before the wedding after much prodding and pleading on my part he told me that we were going to Disney World. I was so excited. He also told me that we were then going to fly to Miami and spend a week on a beach.

Awesome.

We made it through the wedding and all that stuff and had a marvelous week at Disney. The weeks leading to the wedding had been rather stressful and then we hit Disney World quite hard, going from sun up to sun down. I was really looking forward to a beach-y week.

We were on the plane flying to Miami when Way Cooler asked if I wanted to see a picture of our hotel.

Certainly. I was picturing a pool with a swim-up bar in my mind. He handed me a picture of a cruise ship.

We were going on a cruise. He couldn't wait to see my reaction.

He didn't quite get what he had bargained for.

I did what any over-tired, stressed out twenty-one year old would do.

I burst into tears.

And kept going.

And going.

And going.

That's right folks. I cried for the rest of the plane trip, in the airport, while waiting for our cruise ship escorts, while on the bus to the port, in the line-up to get on the ship, and through the lifeboat drill.

Three of the longest hours of Way Cooler's life.

I.Could.Not.Stop.

Trust me I tried. But then I would think about how I didn't have anything to wear, or how mad Way Cooler was, or how tired I was and the water-works would flow again.

It was my own special version of water torture for my poor, long-suffering husband. Who by that point was wondering if it was too late for an annulment.

It was. He was stuck.

I finally stopped crying and we managed to have a very, very good time.

But he has never ever surprised me like that again.

Ever.

9 comments:

Knittinchick said...

Seriously! I love that story. I think that it is a great illustration about what utter exhaustion will do to a person:-)

It makes me feel better about my 'human' moments.

Lady Why said...

I am so with you on that one! I hate surprises! That's EXACTLY what I would have done. My husband threw a surprise birthday party for me one year. I was, um... less than gracious. The house was a mess (by my standards, not by his), I looked terrible because I WASN'T EXPECTING COMPANY, and I had been looking forward to coming home and relaxing after a rather long day.

I.was.not.happy.

He's never given me another surprise party. :-)

Bargainista said...

Love your story. i remember one totally exhausting incident like that and it had to do w. my husband who was courting me at the time, (no i won't share it).

Smart young bride to get that understanding taken care of right off the bat. Even if your emotions didn't give you a choice in the matter.

Janet said...

Oh dear. You sound like me. I HATE surprises too. They're so ....unforseen. :-)

granola_granny said...

I can so relate. It's impossible to feign incredulous joy when crushing disappointment reigns. I think that your emotions made the best possible choice. The great thing about crying, is that it thankfully inhibits all intelligent conversation.

Dawn said...

Being exhausted can really mess a person up. Especially after a stressful event...glad it all worked out for you!

CC said...

Bwhahahaha!! That is so what I would do. I think I like surprises. But really, I don't. They suck. I cry.

a Tonggu Momma said...

:) I would have done EXACTLY the same thing, but then I also would have spent the entire cruise throwing up. Tell your husband to feel very, very blessed.

Heather of the EO said...

OH NO!!! Dang. Well, at least he learned his lesson early on :)