H to the Moon: the beginning

For the honeymoon, Dan and I went on an 8-day cruise to the Bahamas. Basically, it was amazing. On Sunday afternoon, we headed down to Chelsea and began boarding the boat. I couldn’t believe how nice everyone was the entire way through. Even at the check-in counter, (where people usually seem a bit frazzled and annoyed with customers) they were incredibly nice, addressing us by name and congratulating us on being on our first cruise. It made me feel all fancy which is a thing any girl who ever played princess as a child enjoys.

Then we got on board. I was in complete shock. We were waited on hand and foot. Everyone was so happy and nice and not snobby at all. It was excellent. When we finally got to our room we saw that our travel agent had ordered a “Happy Honeymoon” cake to be delivered to our room. Tender times were about to be had : )

We wandered around the boat all day exploring and watched as New York City slipped away for the next 8 days. That night we went to dinner and found ourselves placed at a table with two other 20 something couples. One couple was as NYC Italian as they get and the other were quintessential East Coast Jews (yes the husband is a jeweler). We know whoever made the seating arrangements were laughing at this joke of a table. “Okay, so there was a Jewish couple, an Italian couple and a Mormon couple sitting around a table…” We laughed our heads off every single night.

We went to the Welcoming show, full of pizzazz, dancers, jokers, (bad) singers, etc, etc… Afterwards, we collapsed on the bed and attempted to eat our “Happy Honeymoon” cake. We dug in our forks and discovered a layer of pink marring the nice white cake. As we tasted our first bite, we learned exactly what pink would taste like if it were a flavor, (it is not good by the way, no matter how much you love pink, nobody would like this) and promptly placed the dish on the floor outside the room to be picked up by the cleaning fairies.

And when I realized the cleaning fairies would be visiting at least twice a day and that Dan couldn’t complain about my hair clogging up the bathtub (because the cleaning fairies took care of that, that’s for dang sure!) I knew I was going to have a splendid time.