February 25, 2011 Honeymoon in paradise = need for third job
I know it’s pretty hypocritical for me to want the wedding & honeymoon of my dreams and yet not want to deal with the high-dollar price tag attached, but I’m a bride and when you’re a bride, you get a few things:
1. The right to bitch, moan, and otherwise complain about everything, from the 7.50 per piece appetizer bite thing to the fact that my thighs wobble whenever I walk around naked and there’s NO WAY I’m going to be bikini-ready
2. The right to have random mood swings and cry or laugh uncontrollably at whatever I want
3. The right to be a general pain in the neck at all times.
That being said, I’m going to freely use all the rights as I talk about our gorgeous honeymoon. It’s a beautiful thing, and we’ve just made all the honeymoon type decisions, so like a dutiful bridal blogger, allow me to share:
We are going to be spending six fun filled days on the beautiful island of Kauai. I fear I will always have to spell check this garden island, but whatev…It’s a lovely place, with lots of beaches and scenery scenicness for us to enjoy. Ok, ok, fine, so I really don’t know anything about Kauai yet. We asked our travel agent where we should go and she suggested Kauai and the only real decisions we’ve made is that we’re going there and that we’re staying at this resort, which I happen to know a lot about: the Outrigger Waipouli Beach Resort
It has awesome kitchens! With Sub Zero refrigerators, which I find oddly exciting. Our room has 898 square feet, which is bigger than some of the houses we’ve looked at. I wanted a partial ocean view room, but it was just all the more expensive.
Someone other than me made this fabulous montage of all the fun involved there:
It looks pretty swanky. I did some googling and found out that there’s a heated pool with slides (I’m such a child!) and they have a cocktail hour every evening. Nice. And I know that we are going to have a convertible. This is not our car, but an artist’s rendition:
I’m not really sure about anything else. I know I ought to go about educating myself, but I have to get the pesky invitations done and figure out my flowers and all that stuff, and I feel like a total slacker on my own wedding, which is disconcerting. I think that’s the stress (or possibly the cold medicine) talking. instead of making me a machine of productivity, stress makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry a lot. When I get to that point, I think of that convertible and that the resort has fancy kitchens, and somehow things are better.
I think I ought to look into what we are going to do while on this magical island, but I think it’s cool if I do that in April, right?