Grahm and I spent a week in Wakiki Beach, Hawaii -- aka the perfect way to relax after the ogre monkey of wedding stress. Man, I loved every second of it. I would have come back with a coconut bra, but they didn't have one small enough.
We stayed in the Hyatt Regency right on the beach, thanks to Grahm's wonderful parents. Funny story. The hotel workers went on strike while we were there. What the what? However, we were fine with it because we got lots of free stuff since our room wasn't cleaned for two days. Score.
We went snorkeling/dolphin watching. We both kinda suck at snorkeling. The whole going-under-water-to-stare-at-fish thing is fun, don't get my wrong, but somehow I always scared them away... this made me feel like a fat, hungry whale. "Look ouuuut! She's coming!!"
This fetus just got married, y'all.
The deck off of our room. We were on the 17th floor. The view was out-of-this-world.
Gift basket from the Roaches!
We kayaked four miles to a teensy tiny island. My arms still hurt. I was also paranoid about getting the camera wet the entire time.
We made it to the island!
Quite the scandal, I know. Our hilarious tour guide made all the honeymooners pose this way. I couldn't stop laughing. Does anyone need a cover for their romantic novel?
Our only mistake of the whole trip. If you go, don't take a tour. Holy moly. Three hours is too much Pearl Harbor and not enough Josh Hartnett. Am I right?
We were so blessed to have such a wonderful honeymoon. I mean, for real. Laying on the beach, soakin' up some sun with my wonderful, perfect husband... can we go back now please? My thighs need some tan. (Tan fat is prettier than pasty flub.)
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