(this was much harder to adhere to then you would assume ^^^)
Fanciest I've ever felt in my life walking through this lobby. ^^We did *not* proceed to jump on the bed after this ^^
I insisted on wearing the helmet!
These are some of the things I want to remember about our honeymoon:
We arrived in San Francisco without my luggage. We’d traveled through Phoenix and I had thought it important to ask the United Airlines hostess at the boarding gate to check and see our luggage had made it from our smaller flight in the short window of time we’d had since arriving in the Sunny city with a very air-conditioned airport.
“Why wouldn’t it have made it?” She asked me with that special rhetorical tone that makes you want to just reply with overly sarcastically sweetness.
But I didn’t. Because bag lady has bag power. I just handed over my bag tag and waited for her to tell me that it was “with the other bags on the runway, waiting to be loaded.”
For the record, It didn’t make it. We were on the biggest airplane I’d ever been on. It probably had over 200 passengers. And for the record my bag was the only bag that did not make it onto the plane in Phoenix. Mike’s did. Mine didn’t. We came from the same place.
I don’t want to be the first one to point out that I think I was sabotaged, but the odds are against me in this situation. Lesson number one: Don’t tick United Airlines employees off.
Now. Here’s the part that I want to remember.
The honey-ness of the moon isn’t contingent upon the baggage. Life lessons from a newlywed. I whined for approximately 35 minutes, Decided I’d just go shopping and told the lady at the check in desk at Hotel Omni on California drive in downtown San Francisco that “don’t you know, we’re on our honeymoon and United Airlines is out to get me. However they’ve promised to drop it off, even if it arrives in the middle of the night. Would you be so kind as to send it up to the hotel room of Mr. and Mrs. Kelly.”
Because when do you let a chance slide to mention that you’re newlywed? And of course I slipped the Mr. and Mrs. in for good measure.
When we got back from dinner there was a chilled bottle of champagne on the TV stand!
And Mike for the first time in his life claims
“I’m actually impressed with the service in a hotel.”
It wasn’t the last time he said it during the trip in which every single thing went perfectly… above and beyond so. Because that’s how God balances it out if you’re willing to make the best of a situation wherein you have no clean underwear.
That night, fully bubbly from champagne and ceviche (we went to this restaurant here where the freshness was actually to die for) I woke up at 3 am because the bed was shaking.
Too much room for too many honeymoon jokes…. the comedic crassnes of the situation did not escape me.
Alas, it was just me awake as I came to realize we were in the middle of an earthquake. That’s right, Mike slept through the Bay area’s largest earthquake since the 1980’s. And me. I just chose to pretend it wasn’t happening on the basis of “This probably happens all the time in California.”
So our time in that beautiful foggy-morning city started with an earthquake. From there we ended up at the Fairmont San Fransico where we were blown away with the beauty and history of the building and we were honeymoon-upgraded to the fanciest suite I’ve ever been in, in my life. A corner room with more champagne, this time accompanied by strawberries and room-service.
And did you know, in the basement of this amazing hotel, is the most real-life-like James Bond bar you’ll ever step foot in? It’s true. Like a secret club, the guy who built the bar around the hotel’s original swimming pool worked for movie sets. You step into the place and you feel like you’ve gone back in time and you’re part of an elite club. It had better atmosphere then the snooty speak-easy we managed to finagle ourselves into in NYC. The band floated on the pool! There was a “rain shower” (with real water) at one point! You don’t make this stuff up people. It was magical.
And I mentioned this already but we were on the Kiss Cam at the Giants game. So yea. It was a pretty memorable trip.
PS. San Francisco is harder to spell then I imagined.