We've done horror wedding stories, but what about honeymoon ones?
A friend just got back from her two week honeymoon in London & Venice, staying at gorgeous, expensive hotels. Well, in London, they were riding one of the double decker buses that stopped short, they were both thrown forward, the new groom threw himself in front of his bride to protect her, and broke his collarbone and arm. They head to Venice, where on the second day, she ends up in the hospital having a miscarriage. She's 40, had been told she could never get pregnant, had no idea she was pregnant, and was told she must have bed rest for at least a week. They're now back home, and said they hope this is not indicative of their future together. (They have kept their sense of humor.)
It's one of the worst honeymoon stories I've heard, although I know there must be others. Anyone want to share?
A friend just got back from her two week honeymoon in London & Venice, staying at gorgeous, expensive hotels. Well, in London, they were riding one of the double decker buses that stopped short, they were both thrown forward, the new groom threw himself in front of his bride to protect her, and broke his collarbone and arm. They head to Venice, where on the second day, she ends up in the hospital having a miscarriage. She's 40, had been told she could never get pregnant, had no idea she was pregnant, and was told she must have bed rest for at least a week. They're now back home, and said they hope this is not indicative of their future together. (They have kept their sense of humor.)
It's one of the worst honeymoon stories I've heard, although I know there must be others. Anyone want to share?
)...so said view is really only a view if I lean over the table to peak out the window that hubby is sitting more in front of than next to and he do the same for me. The Matre D' insisted we have a bottle of champagne. Well we had one the night before and it put us to sleep so we refused. He insisted. We refused again. He INSISTED. Good grief--take no for an answer buddy! We didn't say that, but those were our thoughts. The champagne was brought despite our protest.
(They weren't upset that there was a bat but rather that they couldn't get the money back for the nights they didn't use when the owners couldn't offer comperable lodgings.) It was about 2 years after their honeymoon when the cabin owners finally settled with them.
I call & am reassured that the ghost is 'nice' & does not frequent our intended room. I cannot get reservations for any lovely old inns at this point so I buck up. Our wedding day was vividly beautiful. Later that night, on our way to Connecticut it began to lightening, got windy & a little rainy. Well, this old place is all off by itself & no one, not one living soul, is staying there 
just the new DH & I & this is prime season, oh YIKES! the caretaker--yes, caretaker!--shows us around the huge old house & new DH & he ask me to stay in our room until they can bring the suitcases up---YEAH! SURE! Please, Louise, I've seen this one before. No way, I go down with them, stand in the drizzle, in my beautiful going away outfit, replete with antique broad brimmed hat, gloves & suede shoes. On our way to the room the caretaker, a fellow of few words, asks us if we'd like to tour the haunted room???!!! It is right across the hall from us. It shares a wall with us. Caretaker leaves.the wind picks up, the tree branches are actually making that scrapping sound at the ancient glass windows, lightening.
