Weddingbee Blog

Sunday morning we woke up bright and early, and after a breakfast of leftover sugar cookies and kourambiedes (my mom sent a whole tray with us)…

we hit the outlet mall. Osage Beach is famous for its outlet mall–this thing is massive, and it can easily take a day or even two of shopping to hit every store. That would’ve been above Mr. Blueberry’s tolerance level, though, so we just hit a few places (my die-hard favorites): Coach, GAP, and BCBG. Gotta love cute stuff for cheap .

Guess where Mr. Blueberry bought me my wedding gift?

From:

What could it be?

It could be *anything*–a pony, a diamond tennis bracelet, a pile of cat poop, perhaps the collected works of James Joyce…

Nope, it’s much better!

Don’t you just love that new bag smell?

With this recent purchase, I *officially* have a ‘collection’. Yay me!

I also picked up these beauties for a mere $60 (did I mention yay outlet mall?):

Hawtest boots ever, no? Sorry for the horrible picture quality, there.

Anyway, after Mr. Blueberry dragged me away from the outlet mall we decided to hit the pool. Since there were literally, like, 10 at the resort we of course had to try two different ones. No pictures from that, BUT to console you here is one of me hanging out on our sunroom, browsing the Yellow Pages for fun:

Just kidding…I was trying to make a reservation for dinner that night. We ended up at a cute place called Li’l Rizzo’s, which has a house salad that’s to die for. No kidding–if this house salad was about to get run over by a train, I’d push it out of the way and sacrifice myself for its sake.

No pics of dinner ’cause I suck that way. But seriously–this house salad. Mmm.

Before I show you Monday’s pictures, you have to know something about Mr. Blueberry: at an earlier point in his life, he was a mini-golf *nut*. As a kid he used to drag his parents to courses all over the place. And now that he’s a big kid, and married, guess what he did?

It’s OK, I got in on it too:

Don’t ask why the cup appears to be behind me, here. Answers, I have none.

This is my “I suck” face:

Charming, isn’t it?

I giggled at this sign:

That signmaker may not be illiterate, but he ain’t quite right. Can you spot both errors?

After all that putt-putt ass kicking (did I mention that I won?), we were hungry. So we sought out a place called The Poop Deck. Yummy sounding, no?

Check out our view:

Below, you can just see The Clown–a now-closed restaurant that was sort of like Sonic, only for boats.

It’s the site of many of Mr. Blueberry’s treasured childhood Lake memories.

After lunch we swam for a few hours, then went back out for dinner. We ate at this place called the Happy Fisherman, which is apparently some sort of local legend (though I must say–what at the Lake *isn’t* regarded as a local legend? It’s all that good!). We swam a bit more after dinner, and then that was that for Monday.

Now, Tuesday was the really exciting day, though of course I didn’t take any good pictures (notice a recurring trend?). Tuesday was my first time *ever* on any sort of motorized boat. Sacrilege, I know.

We drove around Osage Beach until we found a good place to rent a JetSki, and then did so. It was *insane*. My first few minutes on the thing, I was absolutely terrified. Mr. Blueberry was driving and I was clutching him, screaming–did I mention we were going about 8 mph? By the end of our hours’ rental, I was driving and we were bouncing along on the waves at top speed. So. Much. Fun!!!!

Since I don’t have any pictures of us on a JetSki, here’s one of a turtle I rescued in the road:

Tuesday night we were *starving* and too tired to find someplace unique and exciting to eat, so I’m ashamed to say we just hit Applebee’s and returned to the pool with some Bud Select.

Here’s us at the resort the next morning, right before leaving for good:

We were so sad to check out on Wednesday that we almost decided to stay an extra day, but ultimately decided just to live it up for a while after checking out.

Now, what’s Mr. Blueberry’s idea of living it up, again?

Uh oh…

But what’s he writing?

Awww.

And I bet you figured out what we’re up to now:

We had our last lunch in Osage Beach at the restaurant in the outlet mall (Stockard’s? Stockton’s? something) and it was really one of the best things we had to eat the whole time. For about the same price as Panera, I had grilled chicken + garlic sauteed mushrooms on ciabatta bread, and Mr. Blueberry had steak and peppers in a spinach wrap. Mmmmm.

On our way out, we hit Lake Ozark–a lesser-known town right next to Osage Beach, that’s sort of “retro”. And by “retro” I mean, “rundown”. It had its own charm, though. Touristy traps, old-school arcades, stuff like that.

And cutout head things:

I like how in the cutout head thing, I’m actually taller than Mr. Blueberry.

Check out the censor bar sunglasses:

Perfect for all the illicit activities I often partake in. Like…crocheting under the influence.

My “sad to be leaving the Lake” face:

It was a really good minimoon, kids. I can’t wait for the ‘real’ honeymoon!