Sometimes there are things in life that you want to write down so you don’t forget the details of them. Our first day of marriage is one such occasion.
We left NYC for a brief honeymoon (what we refer to as a minimoon) in Vegas. Correction: I should say we attempted to leave NYC for our honeymoon in Vegas. Here’s how this lil adventure unfolded…
We woke up early for our 11am flight, finished packing, and went down to the lobby with bags in hand. I checked us out of the hotel while hubby got a car for us. We are the kind of people who like to be early to the airport so things are less stressful with security, etc. So, we got in the cab and were on our way to the airport. “Good bye New York City…until next time!” We got to the airport, checked bags, and got in the security line. And it was a loooong line.
The is usually the point where I think most people begin to think maybe they forgot something. We were relieved to know we made it and we were on time…a little early in fact. So, I’m standing there trying to convince myself that all was good and that I hadn’t forgotten anything…because I always go through this when I travel. It was then that I had a rush of panic come over me. Do you know that feeling where it feels like your blood runs cold? I began to sweat, got a little dizzy, and put my hands over my face trying to hold back panicked tears. “Oh [cuss]! My dress!! Where is my dress??!” as I look around after I realize it’s not lapped over my arm like it should be.
Hubby: “Are you kidding me? Where is it?”
Me: [holding back tears, shaking] “I don’t know. I have no idea.”
That’s right. I had no idea where my wedding dress was, but it was not with me at that moment. Not a clue. I looked all around, glanced back to see if I had dropped it.
“Oh my god, did I leave it in the cab?? No, I don’t think I did.”
We got out of the loooong security line and began to walk back outside to where we had been dropped off just a few minutes earlier. And that’s when it dawned on me.
“Oh [cus]! I left it at the HOTEL! My dress is at the hotel! I left my dress at the hotel!”
Side note: My hubby is the calm in my storm. He is always very calm and collected under pressure, and when I’m freaking out he’s cool as a cucumber. And not even in the kind of way that pisses me off worse. He always knows what to say or do to bring me back down to Earth. And that’s why I love him. (it’s also why he makes a good firemedic;))
So, as I’m freaking out, shaking, and pacing with my head in my hands he tells me to call the hotel while he goes to see if he can get our bags back from security. We’re obviously going to miss our flight. So, I get out my cell phone and I looked up the number to the hotel. I had to Google it because I didn’t have it in my phone. (ever try to use a cell phone with your hands trembling?) And it felt like the browser took FOREVER to load!
Meanwhile, I have a wrench in my stomach thinking my dress is gone forever. Oh, and by the way…we were on our way to Vegas for a trash the dress photoshoot. That’s right…the dress was a necessary component of that! All I could think was that I was going to have to call the photographer and tell her she was just going to have to take pics of a different kind of trashed bride…a very intoxicated one after losing her wedding dress due to absent mindedness.
So, I dial the hotel and the front desk answers. And I say “Hi, I just checked out and I forgot something in my room…”
Honestly, I don’t know if it was a guy or girl on the phone. I absolutely cannot recall. But they cut me off and said that they would have to transfer me to lost and found.
“Oh great. I know how that’s going to turn out.”
So, I’m transferred and I begin to explain to the lady. “I just checked out of room #505…”
And she says “YES! You left a beautiful wedding dress!”
My heart begins to beat again, my blood begins to warm after running cold, and I feel elated.
“Yes! Oh my gosh thank you SO much!! Can I come pick it up??”
She says yes.
I hang up just as hubby is coming over from trying to get our bags back. No luck there…they had already passed the checkpoint and were on their way to the plane – with or without us. Oh well. I had to go get my dress. Now.
I see a cab pull up and drop some ladies off, so I go over there and ask if he could please (begging) please help me out. Hubby and I explain what is going on and then tell him we need to be back within a half hour. A look of shock comes over his face. I know he must’ve thought we were joking.
A normal trip from our hotel to the airport takes about a half hour…one way. We were asking for a half hour round trip. Yep. I told him that we would tip him handsomly if he would just try his best because it was very very important. Suddenly, I felt like we were on The Amazing Race. (I always wanted to be on that show.) And a whirlwind began.
It was at this point that my mom started texting me wondering where we were. Their gate was right next to ours. I couldn’t tell her I forgot my dress, so I just told her we were in the security line. I knew she would get on her flight before I knew the conclusion to our lil adventure, so I had to avoid telling her.
I got on the phone with the Delta to see about getting on the next flight as standby while we took the ride of a lifetime.
Ever see taxis in the movies? The wild taxi driver who takes turns on two wheels? Yea, that’s the kind of ride we had. And, I will say, it was pretty fun. Only in hindsight though.
We got to the hotel, and hubby jumped out to see about getting the dress while I held off the bellman who was trying to keep traffic moving. Sure, he has a job to do but, damnit, I’m going to get my dress. It felt like an eternity as we sat there waiting for hubby to come back out with the dress…but he finally came running out with it.
I was thrilled. And then right back to stressed. Still on hold with the airline and now losing signal as we dart between buildings on our way back to the airport.
Mom still texting me. They saw some wedding guests in the airport. Also in a nearby gate. Awesome. “We’re still in looong security line.”
We made it to the airport with about 15-20 mins to spare. They begin boarding planes about 20 minutes before departure. So, we got into the security line (again) knowing our flight was boarding.
We made our flight. And I said to hubby “We have most definitely run out of luck. No chance of a jackpot in Vegas.”
I didn’t get to tell my mom the story of what happened until we were boarding our connecting flight a few hours later. It was better telling her now that we could laugh about it.
And so our minimoon began. With one precious adventure that we will never forget.