Coming Back After A Long Blog Break - The Honeymoon

 

photographer: (ashley peterson)

  Well, Joey and I are finally married! It's been nice to refer to Joey in the past two weeks as my now-husband. The wedding was absolutely amazing and everything that I hoped it would be. (If you're interested, I uploaded an episode on my podcast last week, talking about, in detail, how the entire wedding weekend went: "What Nobody Tells You About Getting Married", (available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Anchor.Fm under "Let's Vent").

  Wedding excitement aside, until the night after our wedding, we weren't sure if we were going to be able to go on a honeymoon. We'd both taken-off of work the entire week, either way, because if worse came to worst and we weren't able to afford to travel anywhere, we knew that we'd just hide-out and relax in our own house for a whole week.

  Joey and I were caught-up with paying bills and some unexpected expenses before the wedding, and simply weren't able to book any type of honeymoon ahead of time; we just didn't have the money.

  So many friends and family were so incredibly generous to gift us money as wedding gifts, and that's how, on a whim, we were able to afford an amazing five-day vacation in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We both decided in the car where we were going to go, booked our stay at our Air BnB on the way there, and that's how it happened-- we planned it all out the day of our honeymoon.

  We were able to eat out for every single meal, which was insane to us. Joey and I had to sit down and have a talk with each other about how it was our honeymoon and not just a simple vacation, and that "it was okay" for us to indulge as much as we did. We both felt very guilty at first! Thankfully, after a couple of days, we were able to enjoy it a lot more after we got over the guilt factor.

  We were also able to go deep-sea fishing on our third day, (see pictures from that excursion below):

  Joey loves fishing, and I told him that we could definitely head-out on a deep-sea fishing cruise if he wanted to. I didn't tell him this: but even though I love the water and spend a lot of time on it and in it, I get extremely sea-sick. He already knew that I wasn't a huge fan of fishing, but I told him that I really wanted to go, so we did.

  Now, like I said, I don't like fishing very much. Joey absolutely loves it. He's fished all of his life and was the fishing director for years at the camp that we worked together and met at. He's also spent a lot of time fishing out on charter boats, so this part of our honeymoon was definitely his domain, not mine.

  It ended-up being eighty other people on-board, (not including the crew), and a lot of them, per my well-experienced fisherman of a husband, apparently did not know what the hell they were doing when it came to fishing. A lot of the trip was spent catching nothing but small Sea Bass, Joey muttering things under his breath about how close the woman next to him was standing, and me trying so hard to stifle my laughter when the same woman got her line tangled with his and he lost his cool with her. Needless to say, that woman eventually walked away to a different part of the boat to get away from Mr. Grumpy-Pants.

  I was able to catch two Sea Bass until I succumbed to my motion sickness and retreated to the inside of the boat to lay my head down. Joey stayed out after I left and caught a total of six or seven Sea Bass. Some kid was lucky enough to catch a small Mako shark-- I wish it was us! 

  Throughout the rest of the week, we went swimming, lounged by the pool, and (almost) every single morning, we woke-up at dawn to watch the sunset over the ocean together, (pictured below):

  We did a lot of basic tourist things in Myrtle Beach, like walking around on Broadway at the Beach-- where we spent close to $150 in Joey's version of Disney World: one of Jimmy Buffet's biggest restaurant chains, "Margaritaville". Joey got his "Booze in the Blender" Margarita and his "Cheeseburger in Paradise" while we were hit with what the restaurant TV's called a "category five tequila hurricane", as a giant, upside-down tequila bottle appeared and lowered from the ceiling and filled up a seven-foot blender full of a green margarita mix.. (pictured below):

  Whenever we were tired of burning-up by the poolside, we walked back down to the beach and dug around in the sand for all different kinds of seashells. While looking for shells, I was lucky enough to find a total of ten sharks' teeth. Curious as to what types of sharks were attached to each type of tooth I'd found, I looked-up a guide to give me an idea. I was more specifically interested in what kind of shark was attached to the massive tooth I found while we were searching for shells during one sunrise, (pictures of my shark teeth and the guide below):

                            

  What do you think? A Mako Shark tooth or a Great White for that big tooth? Either one is cool, but I think everyone can agree that it'd be really awesome if it was from a Great White Shark.

  In a nutshell, this was our honeymoon. I had such a blast, and I think Joey did, too. It will be a week that both of us remember and cherish for the rest of our lives. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my forever with him by my side.

  With all of that being said, I'm so glad to finally be back at home and back into the swing-of-things in our little house. I hate being back at work, but that's real life, I suppose. I am, however, extremely excited about being able to focus more on my blog and podcast.

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  kati