The honeymooners

The honeymooners!  - Mark always loved history.  It was the only subject in school I barely passed.  Yuk, I say for things that happened before today!  When we went on our honeymoon, I thought Gettysburg, PA sounded like a fun place to go because our hotel had 25 stores right I the lobby area!  And who doesn’t love to shop?  I also had grown up going to PA every summer when I was younger and loved that state.  I had very fond memories of Pennsylvania and my cousins and all the fun places to go and visit, eat and shop.  Mark wanted to go to Gettysburg because he wanted to tour the battlefield.  I thought, ok, that sounds like a nice little walk around a park.  Let’s go there for our honeymoon trip!  Well, we drove our little red Chevy Chevette to Pennsylvania and, yes, we ate at Pizza Hut for lunch on the way there.  That night, we checked into our hotel and I was so excited because it was beautiful!  The hotel was all lit up and fancy.  You could see the cute little shops all along the walkway outside the hotel.  We had dinner that night in the fancy schmancy hotel restaurant.  We had a male waiter; and we were his only customer.  He literally stood behind our table with the water jug and a towel and if we took one sip of the water, he stepped forward one step and poured one sip of water back in our glasses.  Mark was getting annoyed.  My “husband,” (and I quote that because how fun is it to call someone a “husband” when you never had one of those before) was looking over the menu and I noticed he was fidgeting.  Over the years, I would learn the secret to choosing a restaurant for us to enjoy.  If it didn’t have pizza, pasta or hamburgers, we probably shouldn’t go there!  This restaurant did not have any of those things.  I didn’t want to break our waiter’s heart by telling him that his only chance for a tip that night was packing it up and leaving, so we stayed.  Mark ordered crab-stuffed shrimp.  I think I ordered the prime rib (very excited!).  The meal came and Mark had 4 very large shrimp on his plate that were mounded high and round with crabmeat.  Our waiter (I will call him Ralph) hovered and watched as I took my first bite!  DELICIOUS!  Mark scraped off a small portion of the crab with his fork and began to taste it.  He then explained to me in a whisper that once in geography class he saw some tribal group digging up grubs and pulling them out of the ground and eating them.  Ever since then, he couldn’t eat shrimp because it reminded him of grubs.  So, Mark ate a little bit of the crabmeat, pulled the lettuce up from the garnish and hid the giant piece of shrimp and crab under the lettuce on his plate!  He proceeded to do that for all 4 pieces of his very expensive shrimp dinner.  Surprisingly Ralph didn’t seem to notice.  We didn’t bother to order dessert. Mark just wanted to run outta there before his hidden shrimp was discovered.  We went to the desk in the lobby of the hotel and Mark asked if he could order pizza for delivery and we did!