I recently posted a funny (now) little story about my belated honeymoon trip a few weeks ago to Savannah, Georgia. A few friends aren’t on Facebook and asked me to post it elsewhere, so here you go! Enjoy my nekkidness. 🙂
The man and I hadn’t taken a trip together all last year, even after getting married last February. So, we pooled our resources, saved up our time, and planned a mini honeymoon over Christmas vacation to Savannah. We drove over on Christmas Day and stayed 5 days. Five glorious days in another city with fine food, art, libations, and no clothes.
Yes, that’s right…no clothes. Here’s how the conversation went:
Arrived in Savannah, Christmas night. Got the car unloaded and settled into the hotel room. Looked around at all my many bags to get my pajamas out –
Me: Honey, where’s my suitcase?
The Man: What suitcase?
Me: The one with all my clothes in it.
The Man: I don’t know. Did he not bring it up? I didn’t see it in the trunk. I could have overlooked it.
Me: No, you wouldn’t have overlooked it. It would have gone in firs…..oh……wait……it would have needed to go in first because it was the biggest. And I don’t remember putting it in there.
Me, frantically calling our friend who was house and pet sitting for us. No answer. Thinking…thinking…thinking…retracing steps. I had a ton of bags and brought down as many as I could carry in the first trip downstairs. Oh wait….I never went back upstairs for the rest. For my SUITCASE OF CLOTHES.
Text to sitter: Did you see a suitcase upstairs, by chance?
Sitter: Yes, I wondered about that. Was hoping it was there on purpose.
Yup, went on vacation and left all my clothes at home. After losing it for about 15 minutes (I had a full come apart on Christmas day on my honeymoon in a beautiful hotel room), The Man calmed me down and assured me we would go shopping for clothes the next day. I didn’t need much, but still…I had such cute outfits packed. After a little while longer I was laughing about it. And then laughing every 15 minutes thereafter just thinking about it. I cracked up all weekend after my meltdown.
We went to “commercial Savannah” the next day and got a few items. As it turns out, I came upon 2 pairs of jeans in my other bags while we were there so all was fine. But imagine going on vacation and finding out THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES when you got there. I was wearing leggings and a t-shirt for the 7 hour drive over. That.was.it.
That wasn’t the BEST part of the trip, but it was definitely the funniest!