Just to clarify; the wedding speeches were awesome. Every single thing that everyone said evoked a laugh or a tear.
My friend, M, started her speech with that "box of chocolates" line, and she did a super-duper-uber-awesome-fantastic job.
I literally posted that last blog entry around the 45-hour mark of our 57 hour journey to get to our honeymoon destination. All international flights were cancelled or changed without our knowing. The airlines screwed us. The travel agency screwed us. Hotels.ca and hotels.com screwed us. Sri Lankan airways totally screwed us, all with a smile on their faces. Luggage was ruined.
Deodorant was forgotten.
Thank goodness for the only 4 uncomfortable hours of sleep in the Yotel single bed pod in London Heathrow airport, or we might have torn each other's head's off.
The Former Feyoncé™ happened to notice something was amiss around 5pm (we were supposed to leave around 11pm). Turns out our flight was gone.
Long story short, we had 10 minutes to pack.
For our honeymoon.
That we didn't pre-pack for.
While freaking out with the phone on speaker-phone mode while the guy at Air Canada tried to confirm whether or not we could even fly out... with an impending flight attendant strike looming that could further screw us if we were to leave a day later.
And had to get our asses to the airport right.then.
Not that I stress out much or anything. (Please note extreme sarcasm font).
We made it.
57.mother-effing.hours.later.
And we are still married, so that says somethin'.
More to come....
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My friend, M, started her speech with that "box of chocolates" line, and she did a super-duper-uber-awesome-fantastic job.
I literally posted that last blog entry around the 45-hour mark of our 57 hour journey to get to our honeymoon destination. All international flights were cancelled or changed without our knowing. The airlines screwed us. The travel agency screwed us. Hotels.ca and hotels.com screwed us. Sri Lankan airways totally screwed us, all with a smile on their faces. Luggage was ruined.
Deodorant was forgotten.
Thank goodness for the only 4 uncomfortable hours of sleep in the Yotel single bed pod in London Heathrow airport, or we might have torn each other's head's off.
The Former Feyoncé™ happened to notice something was amiss around 5pm (we were supposed to leave around 11pm). Turns out our flight was gone.
Long story short, we had 10 minutes to pack.
For our honeymoon.
That we didn't pre-pack for.
While freaking out with the phone on speaker-phone mode while the guy at Air Canada tried to confirm whether or not we could even fly out... with an impending flight attendant strike looming that could further screw us if we were to leave a day later.
And had to get our asses to the airport right.then.
Not that I stress out much or anything. (Please note extreme sarcasm font).
We made it.
57.mother-effing.hours.later.
And we are still married, so that says somethin'.
More to come....
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