We’ve compiled this handy list of 10 things you should absolutely NOT do while planning your honeymoon adventure. You’ve got your whole married life to get blamed for screwing things up – why take flack right out of the gate? Good luck.
Don’t splurge on first class for domestic flights
You may think being crammed into the back of a plane next to two fat guys and the Mantioba Youth Curling team is a lousy way to start your honeymoon, but the extra grand you’d be doling out to fly first class from Charlotte to Miami is better spent elsewhere. Those giant sleeper seats with on-demand movies and fresh steak on international flights, however… totally worth it.
Don’t invite your parents
Obviously not for the whole trip, but not even for, like, drinks the day after as a thank you for that send-off night they gave you at the Ritz. There is a 400% chance they will awkwardly overstay their welcome and make a REALLY awkward comment about “letting you get down to business” when they finally leave at 1am.
Don’t wait until the last minute to get your passport
If you believe that government offices operate with nothing but speed and efficiency, please never vote. However, if you understand that your average government office works at roughly the same speed as an amoeba, then you’ll know to get those applications in about the same time you put down the deposit on your reception hall. The “six weeks” listed on the Passport Agency website is never a guarantee.
Don’t plan to do too much during your trip
When you were 10 and dragged your parents to every single root beer factory in Milwaukee before insisting you visit the Harley Museum and hit a Brewers game, you were, ya know, 10. And fueling yourself on root beer. Now you’re a) old…er; b) probably drinking beverages that tire you out more than root beer; and c) gonna need energy for stuff other than watching Sponge Bob in the hotel room. Don’t try to cram a week’s worth of activities into each day.
Don’t go to the Maldives for five days
The thing about the Maldives – or any remote tropical islands in the middle of an ocean is they’re, well, REMOTE TROPICAL ISLANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF AN OCEAN. Which means even if you’re leaving from the West Coast, you could spend 10-12 hours just flying to the terrifyingly-small plane you’ll then have to take for several more hours to get there. Multiply that by two and you’ve now spent 20 percent of your weeklong honeymoon in an airplane.
Don’t plan it all yourself
Because there’s no more gut-dropping feeling than planning a 10-day trip to Hawaii and finding out your wife is deathly afraid of Tiki huts. Also, women like it when you include them in major decisions, just like she did with you and those napkin rings at your reception, remember?
Don’t tell everyone you’re on a honeymoon
You might think this will score you an ice-cold bottle of sparkling pink Moscato or an extra-big box of See’s on your pillow upon arrival, but what it really tells people is, “I’m planning a vacation where the last thing I wanna do is look cheap, so please go ahead and charge me as much as you possibly can”.
Don’t book everything on the Internet
Actually, you should probably use a travel agent. Unless you’re booking a trip to a city that you know better than anything in the entire world… except your new wife, of course. Their expertise will be invaluable when it comes to putting together an entire, worry-free vacation, and they’ll also score you better prices for hard-to-find excursions and luxury extras.
Don’t forget to ensure the hotel has A/C
Sweaty, air-conditioning-less tropical island sex is hot in the movies, but doing it for the fourth consecutive night in oppressively humid, 95-degree heat? That’s the opposite of hot. Well, it’s technically very hot, but you know what we mean. Many of the more “exotic” resorts in lesser-developed countries might pass on the A/C, so make sure you’ve plenty of cold air or the rest of your honeymoon could be, figuratively, even colder.
Don’t book under your married names
We think it’s sweet that you’re excited about starting your life together and reserving everything under Mr. and Mrs. Titcomb. You know who doesn’t think it’s sweet? Customs officials who work all day in an un-airconditioned office on a sweltering tropical island and can’t understand why her last name is listed in her passport as Manning. Or, why she’d ever change her name from Manning to begin with, no offense to you.