The venue we chose was a little French restaurant in Pointe-Claire village, which was very quaint. They closed the place for our wedding. We chose wine with the meal but not an open bar because I feared someone would drink too much and fall down the stairs. Many of my family members liked to drink! A great time was had by all. Later in the evening, David and I changed into some comfortable clothes and we danced right to the end of the evening. We then returned to our apartment to pick up our luggage for our honeymoon in Florida.
Our boss, Jack, had a house in Palm Beach, Florida, and we made a deal with him. We would fly to Florida, stay at his house for free, and then drive his 1971 Ford Mustang convertible back to Montreal. It was a great deal! We did a lot of mileage and visited places we had never been to. There were some adventures, and I was surprised we were not divorced by the time we returned. My navigational skills could have been better, and we got lost a few times. There are also some other funny stories.
Once, while we were in Palm Beach, we went for a drive along the ocean and then went to get something to eat. We went to a drive-through, which we still didn't have in Canada. We drove to the window, and the cashier told us the amount. David gave her the money, she handed him the bag of food and drinks, and we drove off. We were going to drive to the ocean and eat there. I looked at David and asked him, "How did she know what we wanted to eat?" We were so young and innocent. We had a good laugh! I felt bad for the car behind us. We then drove down to the ocean and had our surprise meal. I think someone up above had the last laugh because we missed gasoline on our way back. Here we were, in a convertible, on a scorching hot day, on the side of the ocean, with no sunscreen, water, or gasoline. We didn't know that the gas gauge was not working properly. These guys in an old truck stopped to ask us if we needed help. We told them what happened, and they offered to take David to get gas. We were very trusting. David went with them, and I was left alone guarding the car. As if I could do anything if someone wanted to steal it! David returned with the sketchy-looking guys with some gas. We thanked them and offered to pay them, but they were happy to help us.
On our way back home to Canada, we visited some great places. One of my favourites was Disney World. We could act like kids again, and we did! We were very excited to go to Washington, DC, to see the Whitehouse. It was a hot day when we got to Washington, and we got lost. It was like the movie National Lampoon's Vacation. We couldn't get off the roundabout and kept going around in circles. When we reached the Whitehouse, I looked at it and said, "Wow, it's big and beautiful; can we go to the hotel now?" David just looked at me like I was crazy and said, "SERIOUSLY?" There was nowhere to park, and we were so hot and tired that we just kept driving. We still laugh about it to this day!
I have another short, funny story. When crossing into Canada, the officer at the border asked us if we had anything to declare: gifts, food, or alcohol. We told him we only had souvenirs, which was true, and he let us continue home. About a week later, David was cleaning the car, and while cleaning out the trunk, he found some very ripe and moldy bags of oranges. We were somewhere in the USA, and someone was giving away oranges along the side of the road. We stopped to get a bag. David threw them in the trunk for later. It was still very hot outside, and we had many more places to visit. It was a very innocent mistake, but we could have gotten into a lot of trouble. Someone was on our side, after all!
When David tells stories from our honeymoon, one of his favourites is that we drove 5000kms on a 2000kms trip and were not divorced before the honeymoon ended. Let's just say I was not the best navigator!
I love this quote;
“A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other”.
That is what we have been doing for all these years!
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