Honeymoon almost got derailed by an air conditioner
When Bess and I were planning our wedding, we both had the same way of thinking.
The wedding ceremony would be nice, but it’s entirely just a formality, right? What was the point of dumping thoUSnds of dollars into that? Both of us both agreed it was a much better use of our budget to have a moderate wedding and a killer honeymoon.
The honeymoon should be epic, and set a high bar for the rest of the marriage, so that’s where most of our budget went. A remote tropical island, easily few people, with an air conditioned beach house that had a full bar — it sounded perfect! Well the joke was almost on us, because the “full bar” was just a couple half empty bottles of rum, and the “air conditioned cabin” was a fishing shack with a portable cooler that jammed into the wall. I guess it was technically an air conditioner, but it was smaller than our partner’s purse, and only pushed out a weak, flaccid air flow. If the doors and windows for the study room were all closed, and the blinds drawn, then the AC unit could almost cool down the whole room. Both of us wouldn’t let something as trivial as an air conditioner or a wack bar derail our honeymoon, so we just made a quick trip back to town. Both of us found a liquor store for drinks, and another store that had odd kinds of portable units. To us it was well worth spending a couple hundred extra bucks for another air conditioner, just so we could care about ourselves fully!