Day One: Flight

Everyone told me that the odds of me getting up early the morning after my wedding were slim to none. There were three things I was looking forward to these past three days:

1. The wedding (of course)

2. Cutting my damn hair

3. The honeymoon

My head has enough hair on it for three people. This is not a joke. I go through phases where I cut it short and then I let it grow out only to cut it short again. I have been growing my hair for my wedding for the past two years (even before we were actually engaged) and I was so ready to get rid of it immediately afterwards.

I swear, this could have been my hair do for the wedding.

Problem? I scheduled my honeymoon to begin the day after my wedding. And my wedding was on a Sunday. Which means that I was leaving on a Monday. And all (or so I thought!) salons are closed for business on Mondays. What the crap was I going to do, get a haircut in Italy or at the airport? No, never fear, there is a salon in Providence that is a fifteen minute walk away from my wedding night hotel, and I got myself a snazzy appointment at 9am the morning after the wedding.

Hence all the feedback about how there is no way in hell that I was actually going to make the appointment. WELL, good souls, I am here to tell you that where there is an (extreme) will, there is a way and I waltzed on over to John Bacon Salon this morning and cut about ten inches of hair off my head and feel about fifty pounds lighter. Joel came and picked me up afterwards and we scooted up to Malden. We hastily repacked a few things, made sure all bags were under fifty pounds, and got our married selves over to the airport.

Yes, yes, we are wearing matching Life Is Good shirts.

We had a silly forty five minute flight to JFK. On the layover we sat at a bar near our gate, and I struck up a conversation with a couple next to us named Emmy and Ben who were proudly using their own wedding koozies around their beers. They were also on their way to Italy for their honeymoon, having gotten married the day before we did, but I daresay our itinerary sounded way cooler than theirs.

I was very pleased with my seat picking for the flight. The $13 apiece I spent for the extra legroom seats worked out perfectly because we were snuggled in the back corner of the extra legroom section. When one of the flight attendant's came by to ask us for drinks, Joel asked her if they did anything special for newly married people. She gave an emphatic no, but surprised Joel when he asked for sparkling wine by telling him that wine and beer on the flight was complimentary. We each got a split of champagne to enjoy and I proceeded to pass out for six of the seven hours of the flight while Joel read the new Terry Goodkind book. As we got closer to Italy, the flight attendant came back with a real bottle of champagne in her hand and told us that while American Airline doesn't do anything special for newly married people, the crew of the plane decided to do something nice for us and give us a gift. We were delighted, and it turns out the woman's daughter is dating an Air Force pilot-in-training who graduated from the Academy the year before my brother! She was a really nice person and we were really happy to have met her.

Tune in next time for: landing in Milan and exploring the city.