#AtoZChallenge: ‘F’ is for Frankenstein

This content of this post was originally going to saved for “‘Z’ is for Zombie,” but my husband pointed out that I had gotten my horror monsters mixed up, so “‘F’ for Frankenstein,” it is.

My husband and I got married in 2006. Three weeks after graduating college, in the words of my husband, I was officially someone’s old lady. (Yes, he gets threats of being murdered for referring to me that way.) For our honeymoon, we went to an all-inclusive resort in Akumal, Mexico.

Wanna know the best thing about all-inclusive resorts? At least in the mind of a 22-year-old? All the drinks you can handle. Who needs to create memories of the romantic moments you spent together celebrating your marriage when you have fruity rum concoctions? (This is one of the many reasons why a 22-year-old probably shouldn’t get married.)

The only problem with the resort was that they gave you your drinks in what must have been a four-ounce cup. All of those back and forth trips to the bar can take a lot out of a person, so we ventured out one day and I bought a thermos so I could order multiple drinks at a time and be set for a while.

On one of the last nights at the resort, I had a bit too much to drink. Not too much as in, “she’s sick everywhere,” but too much as in, “she’s being goofier than normal.” If you knew me in real life, you’d probably be feeling pretty sorry for my husband right about now.

There was dancing, which I watched from the sidelines because I’m not a good dancer. There was an older woman hitting on my brand-new husband and roping him into dancing with her, much to my amusement. (I’ve since watched a doctor hit on him while removing part of an ingrown toenail, so that was nothing.) And there was my imitating a monster.

No, the Frankenstein bit didn’t come up when the lady dragged my husband onto the dance floor. It came up on the way back to our room. I was feeling pretty good and started walking around like I was Frankenstein. It got some looks, as you can imagine.

My husband got a picture of the monster imitation. You get the doodled version:

Whenever our wedding/honeymoon comes up, that is one of the main stories my husband likes to tell. Other people tell stories about swimming with the dolphins in a pool of their romantic love, and we’ve got Frankenstein.

Happy Friday, y’all.

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Author: Erika

Iā€™m a SAHM to two kids. When Iā€™m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

14 thoughts on “#AtoZChallenge: ‘F’ is for Frankenstein”

  1. Hey Erika. I remember finding you here last year during the A to Z. Your doodling is getting better all the time. I can imagine the belly laughs around the room any time you tell this tale. My wife’s family is big on that kind of thing and it is thoroughly worth the wait for them to all assemble and have at it.

    I am outlining another fiction novel I have in development. This one is about a thirty-something detective trying to escape a demon in the form of a chilling killer. https://fictionplayground.wordpress.com/2018/04/06/foley-chasing-red-silent-2018-a-to-z-challenge-day-6/

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