**I’m not a big fan of long posts, but I don’t think I can help it with this one.**
Lately I’ve been thinking about how much I love to travel and all the cities that I can’t wait to see one day. Then I started thinking about all the cities I have seen and the ones that mean a lot. So, today’s three things are cities that have had a lot of meaning to the hubs and I.
New York – The Engagement
I wanted to go to NYC. Bad. At work, I was on a project that was going to send me to Brooklyn for two weeks. I was SO excited and even planned for the hubs to meet me there for the weekend so we could explore the city. The work trip fell through (temporarily, but I didn’t know that at the time) and I was incredibly bummed out. I had never been to NY, I didn’t normally travel, and I felt like I had lost my chance.
Because I was so bummed, the hubs booked a weekend for us out of nowhere. I couldn’t believe he actually pulled the trigger and bought plane tickets and booked a hotel because he usually asks me to do all the dirty work (I worked at a hotel for a long time so I’m comfortable with it.)
Little did I know, he bought an engagement ring for me a month beforehand and thought my business trip to NY would be the perfect place to propose.
Long story short, we were on the top of a double-decker bus exploring the city in 20 degree weather and decided to get off and walk instead of wait for our stop because I couldn’t feel my feet. NO exaggeration. The wind was insane.
On top of the bus, and before his PRK surgery. This was the day before the proposal.
We walked through Rockefeller Center so I could get a picture of the Christmas tree and while I was taking a picture, he was trying to get out the ring.
The ring got stuck in his jacket pocket.
That’s his head on the right. Trying to get the ring out.
I was done taking pictures within 2 seconds and was all, “let’s go now.” I was freezing. He pretended he needed to “see something” and started walking AWAY from the hotel. I got pissed. Real pissed. Something to the effect of , “what the f*ck are you doing?” came out of my mouth. Once he got the ring out of his jacket, he turned around, box open and asked me to marry him.
I was shocked. SHOCKED. Sure, we had been dating for 7 years and I always said things like, “someday when we’re married, you will be my man-slave.” but I had no idea it was coming. First words out of my mouth? A very loud OH MY GOD. Then a YES. And then I asked him if I could see the ring back at the hotel because I was too cold to look at it. He agreed and we speed walked the mile back to the hotel.
Las Vegas – The Marriage
I’d like to sum this one up in bullet points to make a long story short.
- He wanted to get married in Orlando because of his family.
- We booked a venue, chapel, caterer, and photographer and put down deposits in Orlando.
- Hubs realizes 6 months later that $5000 isn’t the total cost of our wedding but the total cost of HIS half.
- Hubs all of a sudden wants to go to Vegas.
- Paula cancels venue, chapel, caterer, and photographer and books wedding in Vegas.
No, we didn’t get married by Elvis.
Maui – The Honeymoon
This was the first vacation we ever went on. The kind where you’ve never been to the place and you don’t know anyone there. Most amazing vacation I have ever had.
Black sand beach along Hana Highway.
Lots of wind.
Hiking through a bamboo forest.
Dirt on my calf that Hubs thought looked like air Jordan.
Walking like an Egyptian.
Ridiculously huge flowers.
Bike rides down volcanos. Hubs was thrilled. (Ok, this was the van ride up the volcano.)
White water rafting.
That doesn’t even begin to cover it, but you get the idea. If you’re still reading that is.
Where’s the best place you’ve ever gone on vacation? Where do you want to go on vacation? (I want to go to Anchorage and Vancouver next. But my list is LONG.)