Me on a flying trapeze. No, seriously!

No word of a lie, Michael reminded me of a healthier time, back in early 2009, when I took a vacation to Jamaica.

A bunch of teenagers tried this and failed before me.

I got my black-sock-fitted ass up on that high trapeze post there, and did this on my first attempt. Well, I mean, the socks were on my feet, not my ass, and all I had was black csocks... Anyway, BEHOLD:



Admittedly, I was too sore to do it again afterwards (my next two attempts were failures), but by gawd, I did do it!!! 

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I Will Finish The SNAFU Honeymoon Story...

I think a part of me just doesn't want to concede that by telling the last of the story, the entire wedding/honeymoon process is officially over and I have to go back to real life.

For those not in the know or in the loop, please find the previous (horrific by my oh-so-pathetic,  middle-class standards) here:

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

The final installment will be here shortly. I promise. I'll even provide real photos of the Maldives. You know, pre-uprising and presidential dethroning.

The New Husband, dining on a chocolate bar as we waited during the final hours at Heathrow Airport. ROMANTIC!

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DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT...

Drink half a 1.5 Litre bottle of Riesling wine all by yourself while your better half goes and plays Ultimate Frisbee. (Dad, I blame you for the leftover wine. Next time, it goes home with you!!)

Then challenge him to a trash-talking board game, upon his return.

Good things can never come of such events.

Consider yourself warned, and no, you get no photographic evidence.

Though, I may have pissed a few friends off on Facebook.

Sorry 'bout  that.
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