Sixteen years ago right now, Scott was curled up on the floor of our honeymoon suite bathroom having just puked his guts out for like the 20th time. Womp womp. Hahaha. Poor little lamb. The great wedding stomach bug of April 2002 struck with a furious vengeance the day before our big day and continued on for the next week as it hit random family members from both of our sides before finally petering out and leaving everyone alone. I think it was Scott's brother who was the first one to be sick, but whether it was Adam or Kristin who passed it along, Scott got hit with his first wave of queasiness with 20 minutes left in our reception. He barely made it to the bathroom on time before puking in the sink and for the rest of our
{wedding} night, the hits kept coming.
Luckily, he was feeling slightly better by the time we had to board our flight the next morning for Hawaii, and by the time we got over our jet lag, he was feeling back to normal and we were able to enjoy our week in Paradise. :) One of these days we'll have to go back. Until then, we'll just have to keep making
every day paradise up in this joint!
(We celebrated on Saturday at The Cheesecake Factory. Cliche, perhaps, but so delish.)
1 comment:
Have you ever had the Asian tacos at Cheesecake? SO good! My husband was sick on our honeymoon, too! Wahoo!
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