One thing you should know about me and Kendall is that we love road trips. I'm pretty sure that if we could have driven to our honeymoon without having to stop every few hours for, ahem, marriage related things, we totally would have driven just for the fun of it. Unfortunately for Kendall, most of our road trips have been under 6 hours and bearable enough for me to say "this ain't so bad!" Being skilled in road trippy-ness, he was prepared for the inevitable. I was unprepared for the terror that was at hand.
TEN FREAKING HOURS.
Ten hours in a car is ridiculous, people. I learned some things about myself in those ten, dreadful hours.
1. All other drivers on the road become awful drivers, because in no way shape or form could it be my fault that they are in my way and driving the speed limit legally.
2. Bums can go numb.
3. Your body gets used to moving at 80 mph, and when you get out of the car your body still thinks you should be going 80 mph, causing extreme dizziness and grumpiness to all those involved.
4. After approximately 5 hours, all the blurry scenery still looks like blurry scenery.
5. Forget about sleeping, it's not going to happen.
There also happens to be a "fortunately" for this trip.
1. When you read Harry Potter outloud to your husband while driving, the usual carsickness does not ensue. I'd call that HP magic if there ever was.
2. If you bring a DVD player for children, they don't care if you're driving through a volcano during an earthquake in stop and go traffic, they will be completely content.
3. My husband is a wonderful, loving, kind man. And freaking awesome for driving, like, the whole time.
4. Driving ten hours means that you get to your destination, which is lovely.
I'll blog about the rest of the trip when the rest of the pictures are edited. Give me a break, 3 is better than none! Also, if you haven't seen on my Facebook or Instagram yet, you can go check out a preview of the wedding that our photographer posted here.