Friday, August 25, 2006

Lucky 13

When Justin and I married thirteen years ago today we had made the decision to postpone the honeymoon.

Our biggest reason for this was because we needed whatever money we had for such luxuries as rent and food. We didn't want to begin our marriage and our college educations by financing anything. Those things could wait.

A good friend and mentor of Justin's, knowing the virtues of a motel bed on one's wedding night, gave us a week stay at a motel ten miles from home as a wedding present. This was especially nice since we'd learned right before the wedding that our apartment wouldn't be available until five days after we'd married. Seriously, who wants to spend their wedding night in the bedroom next to your parents? We were considering packing up a tent and taking it up the canyon above my house. When the canyon is rockin.....

The Super 9 Motel is a haven of romance. It's set in the hustle and bustle of south Provo, built on what once was a swamp. Kmart and Sizzler sat across the street. This was good because I'd forgotten to pack my toothbrush in our rush to get nekkid.

Our room had cable! Our room had MTV! The soundtrack to our activities was "No Rain" by Blind Melon. MTV wouldn't stop playing the video and we couldn't be bothered to interrupt ourselves to turn off the TV.

On the fourth day I woke up with my belly just a'churnin'. Before long I'd run into the bathroom and christened the Super 9 Motel toilet with the last nights italian dinner. Because of my "condition" when I married I assumed it was morning sickness. That notion came and went by the time I'd christened the toilet for the fifth time in about that many minutes.

This particular morning was also the morning that our room's air conditioner decided to quit on us.

There is nothing like repeated vomitting in a motel bathroom, keeping your head over the toilet because the heat in the room is also making your nose bleed.

Aren't honeymoons supposed to be sexy and stuff?

At one point Justin took off to the Kmart to get me some Gatorade and iced tea. Housekeeping knocked on the door and I answered (thinking it was Justin) on my way to the toilet. The housekeeper forgot whatever she was going to ask when she saw what color of green I was.

Early evening Justin got a bit fearful, packed me in my Mustang II and drove me to my mother. She hadn't expected to lay eyes on me for another week.

The next day I felt much better. I'd lost ten pounds though. If that italian restaurant was still in business I'd tell you where to go to get a fine case of food poisoning.

Justin and I expected that marriage would have it's ups and downs. We quite understood what we were vowing to when we made our vows. But gee, in sickness and in health shouldn't show up on the honeymoon!

So, today is my thirteenth anniversary. Only the rest of my life to go.

I love you Justin.


  1. Congratulations on your first 13 and I hope you will have at least 50 more. Aug 25th was my parent's anniversary, too. They were married in 1938 on that date.

    I think every wedding has it's own story. Mine (9 Dec 1967) was a few minutes late because I had forgotten my nicely polished shoes at the motel & didn't want to get married in my tenny runners. A cousin made a mad dash out there & back. We were only about ten minutes late. Our honeymoon was only two nights as that was all the time Annie could get off from school. As you know there are no provisions for taking unscheduled vacation during the school year for a teacher.

  2. You two are good for each other; not everyone is.

    First one of us to 25 years gets a toaster!

  3. I'd say that that is a sure sign you're meant for each other. No one else but your absolute soul mate could stand a honeymoon like that. Happy anniversary! I presume Italian food won't be on the menu for the celebration?

  4. August 25, 1993 was indeed a Wednesday,,,just checked, lol


  5. A joke in honour of your honey-moon:

    Can't afford a honey-moon

    Fred and Mary got married, but can't afford a honey-
    moon, so they go Back to Fred's Mom and Dad's for
    their first night together. In the Morning, Johnny,
    Fred's little brother, gets up and has his breakfast.
    As he is going out of the door to go to school, he
    asks his Mom if Fred And Mary are up yet.

    She replies, "No".

    Johnny asks, "Do you know what I think?"

    His mom replies, "I don't want to hear what you think!
    Just go to School."

    Johnny comes home for lunch and asks his mom, "Are
    Fred and Mary up Yet?"

    She replies, "No."

    Johnny says, "Do you know what I think?"

    His mom replies, "Never mind what you think! Eat your
    lunch and go Back To school."

    After school, Johnny comes home and asks again, "Are
    Fred and Mary up Yet?"

    His mom says, "No."

    He asks, "Do you know what I think?"

    His Mom replies, "Ok, now tell me what you think?"

    He says: "Last night Fred came to my room for the
    Vaseline and I think I gave him my model airplane

    Becky does this sound like anything at all that happened on your honey-moon?



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