Kittens, I had a clear vision of where this post was going tonight. And then, as is the case with all great love stories, there was just a tiny (tiny!) roadblock.
Today, Marcus got a call from the place we’re renting the tuxedos from. They wanted him to come in for his fitting.
Except for the fact that we had gone in for the fitting two weeks ago.
It was deeply reassuring that they had absolutely no record of it. Or of any of the modifications we made to the order (like, you know, completely switching out the jacket).
Back to our scheduled programming.
As I started to type this post, I realized that maybe I wanted to keep the secret for one more week. One more month. Because it’s actually kind of fun. And at this point, I think it’s one of the very few things that I’ve managed to intentionally keep from y’all. But given the relatively large number of friends and family who read, it’s really probably a miracle that we’ve managed to keep it hush for as long as we have.
Plus, from a more superficial perspective, an expedition on this order requires several months worth of planning as far as the closet is concerned and it has kind of been killing me inside to not be able to talk about that.
Not that you are what you wear. But just for tonight/for the purposes of any and all discussions pertaining to this topic, you are what you wear.
This will all make sense in a moment. Please bear with me.
So, anyway. The Honeymoon. We’re going on one. For two weeks.
I honestly can’t even remember the last time I was away from an office for that long.
Ohmigod it can’t come fast enough.
The day after the wedding, we’re hopping a flight to Paris, taking a train down to Marseilles and embarking upon a Mediterranean cruise.
Our Ports of Call: Genoa, Sicily, Olympia, Athens, Santorini, Mykonos and Istanbul.
The wine. The cheese.
The sun. The water.
Ancient Olympia. Mount Etna.
I can only imagine that the feeling I have while we’re sailing through the Mediterranean will be like the one I had for the entirety of the time that we were in New York City.
I don’t know that Marcus and I ever really had a conversation about other honeymoon destinations. We knew we wanted to see the Mediterranean, we knew that we were fans of boats.
While we’re not luxury-yachting, we did make it a point to choose a smaller line for a couple of reasons:
- When I get back on the boat, I don’t want to feel like I’m back in America.
- We didn’t want to deal with crowds, since we wouldn’t have to deal with them on that scale (and with such immediacy) if we were actually staying in the ports we were visiting.
- We didn’t like the idea of having to board a tender to get into every port we were visiting. Tenders blow. They blow even more when they’re in-between you and European delights. Like bread…and stuff.
- We get to cross the Corinth Canal. I didn’t even know what that was until I saw it on the itinerary. But we get to do it. I should probably add it to The Bucket List I don’t have so that I can check it off.
- We have the opportunity in Istanbul to pull a Four Corners/Kansas City-style move and be in Asia and Europe AT THE SAME TIME.
When we get back, we have a few more days on the continent, so we’re going to take the train back to Paris and enjoy all of the sights that the City of Light has to offer.
Like The Lady and The Unicorn Tapestries a la musee Cluny.
The Louis Vuitton Flagship Store.
If you’re married, where did you go on your honeymoon?
Fellow-travelers, what’s your favorite destination of all-time?