Random thoughts...: Honeymoon bliss!

So I never thought I would be on my honeymoon and there I was....On my honeymoon. We started off in DIA- our plane took off on Tuesday, Aug. 12th- 3 days after our nuptials- at 8:23 pm. Steve, who is not a fan of flying and I have to remind him that flying is safer than driving every time we take a trip, ran to the gate to see if we could be upgraded. The flight takes around 8 hours from Denver to London so he would rather be comfortable. Indeed, the bumped us from economy plus to business class (which is first class without the leather). So we get to board first in a special line! We get on the plane, sit down in our recliner and I am freaking out. I am taking pictures, video- you name it- I am doing it. Clearly you can tell this is our first time. They bring champagne around for us while the other people our boarding and passing us, going to the back of the plane with no foot room and the god awful 5 seats in a row deal. We take off and Steve and I are in paradise. These seats have a back massager, a foot rest, a tv that pops out and it reclines practically into a bed. This is going to be a good trip.

LONDON:
We get into London 12 pm London time and we really only slept 2 hours on the plane because we were playing with all the gadgets, so we are exhausted. We change our $100 for pounds, and we only get 50 pounds back and we realize London will be expensive. We have to take a nap the first day there, and once we are up- we eat delicious curry, have our first beer at a cute little pub and take it all in. London was filled with sightseeing, the normal Big Ben, London Eye, Tower of London, Buckingham Palace- the usual stuff you see in London. We have the English breakfast which consists of fried egg, bacon, sausage, french fries and baked beans. WTF?!? We walked. Damn did we walk. We drank beer. We talked with an English accent. (Steve- not good at it). We did everything London. We even watched the Olympics- which I was wondering why they kept showing Great Britain....then I was like....Oh yeah.....

PARIS, FRANCE:
On our way to Paris, we took the EuroStar which you take in the English Channel. You have no idea you are doing this, you just are doing this. It is black- and then you assume you are under water. Before we left London, Steve just had to have the English breakfast one last time. Again- you know what it consisted off (see above) so we had it. Steve was hung over- naturally- so on top of that and an English breakfast he looked like shit. I asked him if he was ok. He was sweating something awful and finally got up to go get some water. Well the train took off and it is not a smooth ride. You are on a train, so it can get bumpy. It is like you are going back and forth. The train ride lasts 2.5 hours so I needed Steve to man up!! He comes back, sits down and the water is half gone. He is breathing hard and I am started to get worried. But then remembered- hang overs are stupid and I have no sympathy for them. Unless its me and then Herbie...get me some advil!! So he says to me, "I really think I could go throw up..." and before I could say something he was off! Herb threw up in the EuroStar. He blames the breakfast, but you know what I blame.
We get to Paris and wait forever for a taxi, I have some Euros that we got from the Keysers and from my friend Jeff so we are ok as far as money. We get in the taxi and show him on paper where we need to go. (Bonjour! got old after awhile) We stayed right next to the Louvre which was awesome because we were doing that the next day, but we were really far from the Eiffel Tower. But that did not stop us. We walked all the way to the tower, which was only 6 miles-ish and there it was. I have seen this beast before, but Steve saw it and was blown away. It is one of those feelings you get, you have heard about this thing before and once you see it- it just takes you aback. We sat there staring at it for a long time, then grabbed dinner hoping the hour line to get to the top would wind down- it did not. We had a nice dinner with wine and bread. We grabbed some wine to go stare at the Tower and drink some wine. The sun went down and there it was, a blue Eiffel Tower- it was beautiful. There we were. In Paris. On our honeymoon. Getting drunk off of wine. We made the truck back to our hotel (saw a rat- gross) saw the Louvre at night, and called it a night. Louvre early morning is the best to beat the crowds. We were at the Louvre for about 2 hours, it was great. The Mona Lisa feels like it is a 5'7 picture that someone took, it is really weird when you are staring at her. She is the only painting on that wall, behind glass, so small. We saw the usual other artwork at the Louvre- but we had to get Notre Dame in as well as the Arch De Triumph so we had to go. Everything was great, it is always weird when you are in a different country seeing all the stuff that you have seen pictures of- right there in front of you. When you are drunk, it is REALLY weird! (Side note- Steve does not know how to walk in Europe. He tripped probably 82 times. and there were even times he was so mad at the side walk I thought he was going to go off on someone. Honestly...MIND THE GAP!)

NICE, FRANCE:
Pronounced: Niece (I swear to God the next time I hear someone say "Was your honeymoon.....NICE!!" I will shoot them in the temple.)
Off to paradise. I was really looking forward to going to Nice because we finally got to do nothing for 4 days straight. There was a 3 hour delay getting our train to depart (sad story: a lady had a heart attack and died outside the train) so once we got going....it was a refresher! It takes 5 1/2 hours to go from Paris to Nice so we tried to sleep- but ipods are the best so I just listened to music. We got there and the train station in Nice is a cluster. There is massive amounts of people everywhere and no organization. There is sort of a line for taxis but it is a free for all. One man for themselves. So you are screwed if you do not know the language....wait a minute. That was us!! So we are waiting there FOREVER and finally Steve asks someone that works there and they tell us to hop on the tram. Well. What the hell is a tram. It could be a lot of things here in France....basically it was a light rail system. So we hopped on it-2 Euros later we were right at our hotel which was right next to the beach! We off load our luggage, shower, walk around a bit and go to dinner. Nice is amazing, their food, wine, culture, pebble beaches, their boobs- man its weird being on a topless beach- EVERYTHING is amazing (EXCEPT for the boobs). For the next 4 days we did what all Americans do- rinse and repeat. In Nice you drink Rose wine (which we did), you do not eat dinner before 8-9 pm (which we minded), your dinner lasted about 4 hours (which we did not do- Steve has prison rules when he eats- no way can that guy relax), you smoke (which we did not do- but man do the Parisians smoke!!), you go topless on the beaches and sit there until you are roasted (which Steve went topless- but did not roast)....
All in all Nice was perfect.
The Honeymoon was perfect.

Now we are back to the grind.....back to the jobs, back to the house, back to Mr. Bo!! Annow...Herb and I are just....Married. WEEE!!