We left Annapolis at 2 o'clock yesterday hoping to beat the Hampton Roads traffic in Virginia. EPIC fail. Northern Virginia was a nightmare instead. We were so delayed at the beginning of our trip we made a romantic 45 minute honeymoon pit stop in Target to kill time. (You're supposed to make everything romantic on your honeymoon right?) Smart move because we then sailed into Norfolk, VA, and had a late dinner with Nat's Dad where I got to see the house where he grew up. The town was adorable and nothing like what I expected.
On the road again, we arrived in the Outer Banks around 11 p.m. Friday night. We checked out our new digs, opened a few beers and took a late night walk on the beach immediately. Crazy big moon shadows. Sometime around 2 a.m. Nat decided he wanted to get in the hot tub on the deck. I was exhausted. Having seen one too many horror movies, I was also not keen on the idea of Nat going alone. I made him PROMISE to not go while I was asleep.
When he came to bed around 6 a.m. ish, he said, "Man, I want to get the hot tub." While he brushed his teeth, it occurred to me that we might be able to watch a killer sunrise from the hot tub, so I got up to investigate. As I opened one of our many sliding glass doors, I realized the not only was the sun pretty much up, but the rug seemed suspiciously cold. Looking down I realized it just cold, it was wet! And were those water foot prints?
"YOU WENT IN THE HOT TUB!!!" I said as he lazily climbed in bed.
"What?" he replied.
"You did,... didn't you?"
"I don't know what your talking about."
"I was going to be all romantic and suggest we watch the sunrise and you already did."
"What's a hot tub?" (Note by this point he actually never once has said that he did not get in.)
"The rug by the door is wet. You LIED to me! You even pre-meditated a guilt trip and pretended you were waiting patiently for me!"
At this point he confessed his evil deed but also pointed out the fact that never actually said he didn't get in. He had thrown his bathing suit under a chair, wouldn't reveal where he had hidden his guilty wet towel and consciously not turned on the jets in efforts to never be found out! Eh, I think I'll keep him anyway.
|Yesterday's morning walk.|