My first
honeymoon
Even though I may never have my
own honeymoon, at least I can say
I’ve been on one.
Last May, just after school was out
for summer, two of my good friends,
Mimi and Mike, got married. The
wedding was in Corpus Christi, two
and a half hours from my hometown
of Harlingen.
The entire weekend of parties, the
wedding and the reception was
wonderful.
After the reception, the bride and
bridegroom joined some of the guests
to celebrate in the bar of the hotel
where out-of-town guests were
staying.
Mimi and Mike were staying their
first night in the same hotel. The
official honeymoon wasn’t beginning
until they left town early the next
morning.
The newlyweds partied with us in
the bar until 3 a.m.
Because Mimi had to begin
summer school the next week, the
honeymoon consisted of driving to
South Padre Island, staying for about
three days and driving to Mexico for
the day to shop.
Harlingen is 30 minutes from both
South Padre and Mexico. There is a
15-minute drive between South Padre
and Mexico.
Before leaving Corpus Christi, Mimi
kept saying that she was going to call
me while she and Mike were at South
Padre. They wanted me to go to
Mexico with them. I knew I’d never
hear from them and that was fine.
Who has time for friends while on
their honeymoon?
A few days later, I was back in
Harlingen. Early the next morning, my
mother said that Mimi and Mike had
called and were on their way to pick
me up.
Minutes later, I was on the road to
Matamoros, Mexico with the
newlyweds. Of course we had to stop
at the store for beer (at 10 a.m.) for
that 30-minute road trip ahead.
Just after driving across the border,
we somehow picked up our own
personal tour guide. He was very
helpful in finding us a nice, guarded
parking space close to the market.
Our guide was helpful in finding us
some cold Mexican beer wherever we
were in the market.
We really enjoyed the looks on the
faces of the Mexican merchants when
we told them “we” were on “our”
honeymoon. Most of them thought it
was great. I’m not sure how seriously
they took it
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Close to lunchtime, we headed for
a popular tourist restaurant and bar.
We were not ready to call it quits. This
is about the time we lost our tour
guide.
At the restaurant, there were
mariachis and tourists who happily
celebrated with “the three
honeymooners. ” We ate and we
drank even more. We danced and we
sang, too. Somehow we managed to
start a huge, long dance train made up
of people scooting through the bar.
A cartoonist sketched the three of
us together and titled it “The
Honeymooners.”
When the sparks died down at that
bar, it was time for more fun
elsewhere.
Next, we went to a college kids’ hot
spot. There was more food, more
drink and more people.
This is where my mind gets a little
foggy. But I know how the story ends.
After Mimi woke me up from my
little nap I took on the table in the bar
and got Mike on his feet, too, she
drove us home. By then it was 6 p.m.
The next thing I remember was
waking up in a bed, in a night gown
and in a hotel room. In the bed next to
me was Mimi watching TV and Mike
next to her, still passed out.
1988
Mimi had called my mom and said
that we were all too tired to drive
home, but they’d bring me home in
the morning on their way out of town.
I felt terrible. I did not want to
spend the night with the
honeymooners, especially on their last
night.
I offered to take aa cab back to
Harlingen or get another room. Mimi
wouldn’t agree. Looking at Mike, she
assured me that it was no big deal.
The next morning “the
honeymooners,” all three of us, had
breakfast together. We laughed about
the night before and tried to piece it all
together. We had a great time and I
love to tell everyone about my first
honeymoon.
This week’s attention column
was written by Jeanne Ferris is a
senior journalism major.
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