...I got fired.
I tried -- I really, really did -- not to let the unexpected turn of events ruin our trip, and it was still a lovely vacation, but... well, what can I say. As it turns out, it is just not possible to get sacked the day before your honeymoon and then blissfully ignore the looming spectre of imminent unemployment while you jet off to an island paradise for two weeks. (Well, perhaps it is possible for you. But for me, the highly unethical and spineless actions of my former employer ended up casting a distinct shadow of gloom over the entire thing. A shadow which all the mai tais in the world could not erase.)
And now, a year later, I have just one thing to say:
In 48 hours, I will be here.
That is all.
See you BAMFs in October.