Weddingbee Blog

For our honeymoon, all I want to do is sit on my ass for a week, stuff my face, roll around in bed, and be in my comfort zone. I don’t want to worry about wasting money. I don’t want to be nervous because I’m in a new and unfamiliar place. I don’t want to feel guilty for not going sightseeing every day. I don’t want to deal with epic amounts of luggage, flights, taxis, butlers, rat-bastards, or anything of the like.

That is why we will be spending our honeymoon at my parents’ beach house in Seagrove Beach, Florida. Wedding in one house and then off to the other.

1. This house is where we first said, “I love you.”
2. This house is where we got engaged.
3. Four-hour drive from the big house. I’d like to hope that will be a four-hour nap for one of us. (And by one of us, I mean me. Mama di’n’t raise no fool.)
4. White sand beaches, Gulf of Mexico. Need I say more?

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5. We know the area like the backs of our hands.
6. Our favorite restaurant ever is here.

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7. Did I mention food?
8. I’ll be able too cook in a kitchen I’m familiar in, with good cookware and good knives. I’d go insane without those two things.
9. Hot tub, pool, and 3 stories of amazing all to ourselves? Yes, please. Let’s take a little tour…

The house and view from the top. Pay no mind to the white pool furniture. Long story.

Downstairs guest bedroom, pool room, and bunks.

View of the pool from the pool room.

Second floor great room. This is my personal favorite spot in the house. It has a great kitchen to cook in. My father made our dining room table. True story.

Our bedroom and bathroom at the house. I fought tooth and nail for those brown walls and that drugstore tile.

View down the staircase from the third floor, third floor sitting room, plus the views from the balcony off said sitting room. Again, ignore that white furniture.

Master bedroom, master balcony, and part of the ginormous bathroom. This is my parents’ room, and we’re debating whether or not to stay up here. Note the cameo of my mother in the shower door. All of these house pictures were by her. Awesome.

So yeah, that’s where we’re spending our honeymoon, and we couldn’t be happier. Relaxed, no annoying travel shit to deal with, and besides all of that, it’s a freaking awesome place to have a honeymoon. Suck it, all-inclusives, with your warmed-over food and your annoying wait staff. Adios, security check-in at the airport. Goodbye, over-starched hotel sheets.

Is anyone else forgoing a big honeymoon for a more relaxed one? Anybody else taking over their parents’ (or other family member’s) vacation house for the event?