Honeymoon - Part Un

In case you were wondering . . .

a) "Un" is French for one.

b) This isn't a two part post, it's going to be a two part honeymoon.

So now that we've got that out of the way, I can tell you all about our adventures in Bellevue.

For you non-Washitonions, Bellevue is basically a suburb of Seattle, although it's a pretty cute little city in it's own right. We stayed in the Courtyard Marriott there, a super nice hotel that we got a CRAZY good deal on because Joe's dad works for Marriott. It was very fancy; right in the middle of the city, five or six floors, a full menu of room service.

Sunday morning (ok, noon), we went out for brunch. We asked the girls at the front desk for a recommendation, and they suggested a little place called The Pancake Corral. It was meant to be, because look what was on the menu!

I think the best part is that it's "for the undecided," because Joe was like, "Hmmm, I'm torn between the assortment and the french toast." Irony. In then end he went with the Joe Adams because, well, he's Joe Adams, and it would have been just plain wrong not to take advantage of that.

Our meal provided an excellent opportunity for a comparison of our eating habits . . . and by habits, I mean amounts. I got the Child's Plate. Three silver dollar pancakes, a strip of bacon and an egg (which I didn't even touch). I also got a hot chocolate. See?

Joe got the Joe Adams Assortment - a big ol' potato pancake, three silver dollar buttermilk pancakes, two silver dollar buckwheat pancakes and a strawberry crepe. Oh yeah, and he also added scrambled eggs, three sausage links, orange juice AND hot chocolate. A picture for comparison:

The man is going to eat me out of house and home. Good thing he's so handsome.

My favorite part of the honeymoon was when the room service guy called me Mrs. Adams. I kept right on talking, the screeched to a halt and said, "Did you just call me Mrs. Adams?" You should have seen the look on his face! It very clearly said, "Oh crap, I just stepped in it." His mouth said something like, "I, uh, yeah . . . I'm . . . aren't you . . ." I called back to Joe, "Honey! He just called me Mrs. Adams!" Then I looked back at the guy, saw the "I'm gonna get fired" look on his face, and took pity on him and explained that we'd just gotten married and he was the first person to call me that. I'm not sure I've ever seen someone look so relieved.

It was a great mini-honeymoon, although it was far too short. I'm so excited for our Colorado trip in July. Coming back to work was a hard pill to swallow, but this made it a little easier.

Check me out. I'm Mrs. Adams! Wild.

Wedding Fun!

Well, the long awaited day has come and gone. Hooray! We are officially Mr. and Mrs. Adams! Sort of. I guess it depends on your definition of "official." Oh, we're officially, legally married and all that. It's the name change thing - what a pain! Anyway, that's a different story.

It was a crazy few days leading up to the wedding, but we had a great time seeing our friends and family. Most of them arrived Thursday, so we all had dinner at Olive Garden that night. Here's the text conversation I had with Kim (Joe's sister, remember?):

KG: We still going at 6:30 or 7?
BA(!!): Looks like 7:30. The verdict was to wait for J since he is the groom and all. Meet us there?
KG: Sounds good
BA: Fair warning, my family is kind crazy
KG: Lol, have you met mine? ;)
BA: Yes, but mine is MUCH bigger. And only half is here.

It turned out that we had 16 people (plus a toddler). 5 of them belonged to (or were) Joe. Do the math - that leaves 11 Browns. Plus a Brown toddler. Yeah, I hope we tipped them well.

Friday was filled with mani-pedis, packing, moving, a bar-be-que and bachelor/bachelorrette parties. It was a fun-filled but thoroughly exhausting day.


Sisters are the best.

Pretty post-pedi feet!

Me and Felicia - we may have a sugar addiction.

Me and my niece, Katie. Check her out, all sassy in her hat.

Me and Cara, aka Care Bear, aka CB. We've been friends since we were 3. So glad she could come!

Um, is my Mommy adorable or what?

And then . . . SATURDAY! The Big Day. It was wonderful, beautiful, amazing and perfect. I almost cried three times on the way to the temple. I was pretty sure I was about to stroke out any second. Then we got there, I saw Joe, all handsome in his suit, and we went into the temple. After that, it was just peace and contentment. The sealing was beautiful, although I don't really remember what was said - I just remember looking into Joe's eyes as we both struggled not to cry. And just like that, we were married!

Before

After! Mr. & Mrs. Adams!

More pictures to come, as soon as I get them from my rocking photographer, Jessie Alexis. By the way, she totally saved me. And she's awesome.

Reason #389 Why I Love Working at Tree Top

The people.

The people here are awesome. And they love me. I know, because they threw me a fantastic bridal shower yesterday. It was hosted by these two lovely ladies.

The one on the left is Brenda. She's just a plain nice person. She was also one of the few people who knew about the engagement before it was official. The one on the right is Jackie. She's my supervisor, but pretty much the coolest one I've ever had. She likes to hear my silly wedding stories, and she bought me a pen shaped like a microphone for Christmas. I'm the one wearing the tiara, obviously.

It was a potluck lunch thing, so there was tons of yummy food there, including these sweet cupcakes made by Pam (who runs the Outlet Store). See how they mimic my invitations? Aren't they adorable? Yummy too.

*Just tilt your head a little. Blogger keeps auto rotating this one.

I was amazed at how many people came. One of the great things about my job is that I get to meet and become friends with people from all departments, so there were lots of different people there. They brought flowers, there were balloons, they made me a ribbon bouquet. It was just plain fun, and it made me feel so loved and appreciated. See all this stuff?

They were generous too. I made out like a bandit! It took three trips to get it all to the car. Check out my loot.

You can't tell from the picture, but I got no less than 5 oven mitts. Full fledged mitts - I'm not even counting potholders. I'm never going to burn myself again!

Joe and I may have had a little puppet show/war with them. Maybe, but I couldn't say for sure.

Sigh. I love that man.