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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:
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.
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. :-)
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.
Oh dear. You sound like me. I HATE surprises too. They're so ....unforseen. :-)
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.
Being exhausted can really mess a person up. Especially after a stressful event...glad it all worked out for you!
Bwhahahaha!! That is so what I would do. I think I like surprises. But really, I don't. They suck. I cry.
:) 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.
OH NO!!! Dang. Well, at least he learned his lesson early on :)
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