In March Danny and I went to Napa for our honeymoon with a few goals. We wanted to relax, drink a sickeningly amount of wine, binge eat, and most importantly we wanted every single person we came into contact with to know that we were on our honeymoon in order to get free shit.
It started right away.
"We just got married," Danny said awkwardly to the man checking boarding passes at airport security. "This is my wife." Danny gestured towards me while I stood there, blinking.
The man didn't know what to do with this information so he offered a curt nod of his head.
Danny has no shame. He would interrupt people if they were boring him, interjecting with "we're newlyweds" if the conversation turned to the production of organic wine or the weather. We got better at this throughout the week, practicing smoother transitions and becoming unphased when people showed disinterest. But mostly people did show interest. People love newlyweds. We managed to get free champagne, free peanut butter cookies, extra snacks on the flight.
We often ask people what they consider the newlywed grace period to be in hopes they will say something ridiculous like 10 years. Our favorite answer so far has been 5 years, so we're sticking with that until we hear otherwise.