Houk Honeymoon
One of my good friends recently got married, this is the true story she shared with me about her honeymoon...
"We went on our honeymoon to Boca Raton, FL...or at least we thought that was what we were doing. We went to stay at Mr. K's house (my husband's landlord) he wasn't originally going to be there, but then he ended up being there. Anyways, as we were driving from the airport to his house we asked if we were going to be in the way (to test the alone time factor). Mr. K said, 'Not at all, mate, we'll hardly even notice ya.' then, about 5 seconds later, Mr. K says, 'Now listen, you will eat all of your meals with us, no need to go out to eat...when we work you work, when we clean, you clean...got it?' We just look at each other like, 'what?' Anyways we arrive at Mr. K's huge estate decorated from head to toe in retro 70's. After about 3 hours to talking about how rich he is and touring his 110ft. yacht, he is like, 'now it is time to go for a drive.' We were thinking he was going to show us where the beach was...ummm, no...we took a 3 hour tour of all of the job-sites he is working on... this mainly included a home tour with a realistate agent through multi-million dollar homes. We were in shock that this was our honeymoon and he didn't seem to even relate to the fact that we wouldn't be interested at all in these things, especially on our honeymoon. Anyways, on our way home, Mr. K mentioned that we should go out to eat...luckly, we said we didn't want to, so we got home and retreated to our honeymoon suite (well, actually it was a huge room with a mirror wall dividing the bathroom from the bedroom with all of the walls papered in huge brown and silver flamingos). While we were getting ready for bed, I hear the sound of a washing machine filling up and I thought to myself, 'that is weird, I didn't know there was a washer in here.' As I creep around the corner, I find that the wetbar in our room is gushing gallons upon gallons of water...I screamed for my husband to come and after freaking out, we turned the pipe off. Mr. K just came into make sure it was ok, then went back to watching his movie, while we scraped the 3 inch shag carped with buckets to get up to water for about an hour until I broke down and started crying. The next morning, we woke up and packed our bags and told the k family that we were out. They gave us the Grand Marquis to take for the week and we didn't come back until the day we went to the airport. The Ks were probably bummed, because they had their swim suits on and were all ready to go to the beach with us that day we left. We ended up going to Miami & Naples and used my Marriott discounts to say in a bunch of hotels. We had a blast, but start was a little rocky. "
"We went on our honeymoon to Boca Raton, FL...or at least we thought that was what we were doing. We went to stay at Mr. K's house (my husband's landlord) he wasn't originally going to be there, but then he ended up being there. Anyways, as we were driving from the airport to his house we asked if we were going to be in the way (to test the alone time factor). Mr. K said, 'Not at all, mate, we'll hardly even notice ya.' then, about 5 seconds later, Mr. K says, 'Now listen, you will eat all of your meals with us, no need to go out to eat...when we work you work, when we clean, you clean...got it?' We just look at each other like, 'what?' Anyways we arrive at Mr. K's huge estate decorated from head to toe in retro 70's. After about 3 hours to talking about how rich he is and touring his 110ft. yacht, he is like, 'now it is time to go for a drive.' We were thinking he was going to show us where the beach was...ummm, no...we took a 3 hour tour of all of the job-sites he is working on... this mainly included a home tour with a realistate agent through multi-million dollar homes. We were in shock that this was our honeymoon and he didn't seem to even relate to the fact that we wouldn't be interested at all in these things, especially on our honeymoon. Anyways, on our way home, Mr. K mentioned that we should go out to eat...luckly, we said we didn't want to, so we got home and retreated to our honeymoon suite (well, actually it was a huge room with a mirror wall dividing the bathroom from the bedroom with all of the walls papered in huge brown and silver flamingos). While we were getting ready for bed, I hear the sound of a washing machine filling up and I thought to myself, 'that is weird, I didn't know there was a washer in here.' As I creep around the corner, I find that the wetbar in our room is gushing gallons upon gallons of water...I screamed for my husband to come and after freaking out, we turned the pipe off. Mr. K just came into make sure it was ok, then went back to watching his movie, while we scraped the 3 inch shag carped with buckets to get up to water for about an hour until I broke down and started crying. The next morning, we woke up and packed our bags and told the k family that we were out. They gave us the Grand Marquis to take for the week and we didn't come back until the day we went to the airport. The Ks were probably bummed, because they had their swim suits on and were all ready to go to the beach with us that day we left. We ended up going to Miami & Naples and used my Marriott discounts to say in a bunch of hotels. We had a blast, but start was a little rocky. "
posted by Bethany at 3:38 PM
3 Comments:
That Mr. K is real piece of work.
This should be a movie...
are you freaking kidding me...what troopers. Good night, that makes me a bit nervous for ours coming up!
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