Don't rain on my honeymoon
I was just at the bookstore eagerly looking for travel books for our impending honeymoon to Belize. As I was thumbing through Lonely Planet's guide, a local hippie said "Are you going to Belize?" Being still in honeymoon bliss, I happily answered with love in my eyes, "Yes. In two days."
He replied, "I went with my family [read: ragamuffin children and equally hippie, bra-less wife] last year. It's amazing. Where are you staying?"
"Francis Ford-Coppola's resorts in the mountains and in Placencia, then in Belize City for a couple of nights."
"Why are you staying in Belize city? I totally wrote that place off. There's nothing there. You should really keep to the reefs and cayes. That's much more adventerous."
"Well, it's our honeymoon so - "
"Be prepared to get really muddy and bitten by mosquitoes, you know that's where the Mosquito Coast was filmed, right? We were totally exhausted, I mean wiped out at the end of everyday. So if you're not ready for that you'll have an awful time."
"You know what? I don't need your negativity right now. Thanks."
And Scene.
Why do people feel the need to offer negative, unsolicited advice? WTF? Hello? REmember when I said "honeymoon?" I hope I ruined his day.
Note to self: do not go to Barnes & Noble in Boulder during the day. Too many disgruntled Dads.


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