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We hadn’t left the tarmac in Boston and I was already wistfully nostalgic about our soon-to-be perfect honeymoon. I pictured it as a montage set to some Gray’s-Anatomy-type music. There we were, I imagined, floating blissfully in a pool. There we were, grinning in a hot tub with colorful drinks in our hands/strolling the beach wearing linen (I don’t own an ounce of linen)/tanned and excited and scheming about how to quit our real lives and stay in this bronzy, cotton-candy-spun bubble forever.
I think I’ve mentioned before that although I never entertained dreams of the “perfect wedding day”, I always believed, steadfastly, in the perfect honeymoon.
We would later discover that perfect honeymoons, although tidy and memorable and nostalgia-inducing and, well… perfect (whatever that means)… aren’t nearly as funny as the ridiculous kind.
What follows is a story about the latter.
It’s a tale of romance, relaxation, joy, tropical storms, and food poisoning. It’s a story of turning 30, celebration, and an odyssey home against the evil wizard Delta. A tale for the ages (or, for your perusal while you’re bored at work).
This story has it all!
Cheerful optimism/happy naivete!

Newlywedded bliss!

Momentary disgruntlement:
and finally…
Complete and utter resignation!

It was, above all else, a lot of laughs. Stay tuned.
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