Adam Shankman is a goofy sort of fellow. He’s always saying deeply profound things that have no meaning whatsoever. In his role as a guest judge on So You Think You Can Dance tonight, he told Mark and Courtney that, though he loved each of them separately, he was even more moved by the pair of them as a couple.
“And that’s the power of togetherness,” he added for emphasis. Whatever, Adam. Where do you come up with garbage like that–Vorizon™ cell phone commercials?
Anyway, he’s a nice guy, and he has absolutely nothing to do with what I am writing about tonight–aside from “the power of togetherness” line.
Poor Kyle and I, we have felt a lot of “power of togetherness,” if “power of togetherness” means enjoying a Caribbean cruise for our honeymoon last October. Here’s a run-down of the blessed event:
We got on this boat [I don’t feel like adding a bright red arrow to the photo, so just trust me when I say it was the one on the right]:
And two days later, we got off the boat at this beach in St. Martin:
But even though we were prepared with our swimsuits, we didn’t don them to bask in the water. Instead we took pictures of ourselves in front of it:
And then we took more pictures of ourselves at a cabana near the beach:
…because that’s how we roll, PK & C.
Then we went back to the ship where we found this mysterious cake waiting in our suite:
Poor Kyle denied knowing anything about it, but I was convinced he secretly ordered it because he loved me, and, “Look! It says right on the frosting ‘I Love You.’ Who else on this ship loves either one of us?” Obviously he didn’t love me–at least not enough to commission a cake in my honour–because shortly after we cut into it, some lady from Room Service called and told us it had been delivered in error, and had we already eaten it, because she needed it back. Oops.
The next day we boarded the pirate ship used in a small film known as “Pirates of the Caribbean.” We started out looking dapper–better than our actual wedding day, truth be told:
But then it rained a cold and bitter rain, and our day became more or less miserable. Only by that time we were stuck on the pirate ship, surrounded by the ocean with nowhere to go. For eight hours: Did I mention it was cold?
And then we died. But we came back to life just in time to board our cruise ship again and hole away in our room, where we…(ahem)…snapped a million photos of each other. (Why, what did you think I was going to write, sicko?)
We took so many photos, I suppose, because we were so happy to be reveling in our newfound “power of togetherness.” [Actually, we were just too…umm…shy…to do much of anything else. If you catch my drift.]
Here is me:
And me again [memememe!!!!]:
And here’s PK, below. This picture of Poor Kyle captures some of his best characteristics: mild-mannered, calm, and always (well, more like 99% of the time) good-natured. Wouldn’t you agree?
a>Handsome, I know:
Fast forward to the next day…the last island we visited on our cruise was St. Kitts, and we both agreed that, if given the choice, we would have spent all seven days right there on that island. It was the best day of the entire trip.
We rented a shiny red scooter built for 11⁄2:
Visited an amazing historic fortress called Brimstone Hill:
Bonded with each other in our “power of togetherness”:
…and stopped to photographically intrude upon the monkeys alongside the road:
Oh! I forgot to add that Poor Kyle’s parents were so happy to finally have him married off, they gave us our honeymoon as a wedding gift. Thanks, guys! (I have yet to post about the actual wedding reception, which was a fun and fancy night, [put on by my parents and loads of family–thanks to you guys, too!])
Anyway, I’ll tell you one thing: marriage is not for the faint of heart, to be sure. But think I’d do it once a year if I could…
…if only for the honeymoons.
a>Handsome, I know:
