worst part of the best time

Ah yes TMI, we meet again. I wish better circumstances could bring us together, but yet we always seem to meet this way.

I’m going to keep this as short as possible. I don’t think you need me to fill in all the details of how this went down.

My last post was about how awesome my honeymoon was, and indeed it was as awesome, if not more so, than I described.

Our room was really, really nice; marble everything and a great view. As you can see in this picture of our four-post bed with the balcony in the background, they even made us swans out of towels.

The only odd thing was the bathroom.

Unfortunately I don’t have one good picture that shows the whole room, but I have two pictures that somewhat shows what I’m talking about. This picture is of the bathtub, and you can see this little window above it that opens to the bedroom. I took this picture with my back against the far wall.

Behind me and in this second picture are the doorway to the toilet stall and the doorway to the shower stall. Yes, the room had a shower and a bathtub. If you also look closely in the toilet stall area, you can see a telephone on the wall there. These days with cell phones I guess its easier to talk on a phone whilst on the crapper, but something about having a corded phone installed within arm’s reach of the throne hints at a disturbing amount of foresight.

Now here’s the thing: this is a marble bathroom. Therefore, it echoes and amplifies sound.

The bathroom has a window that opens to the rest of the room.

We are in Mexico, and eating a lot of Mexican food.

What better way to say “I love you, my new spouse” than sharing this arrangement for a week.

If we had a big meal, the next day I used the facilities in the lobby.