Wish I could say the dumbest thing I did on my honeymoon involved too much room service. It didn't.
Wife was relaxing by the pool while I was upstairs, curtains closed, staring at a 15x futures position like I was performing open-heart surgery.
Every few minutes I'd tell myself "just manage the risk." What I actually managed was getting more anxious with every candle.
Third day of a five-day trip, the liquidation notification finally arrived. Sat there a full minute before walking back to the pool.
She asked, "Everything okay?" I said, "Yeah... the room was just getting cold. Needed some air."
She still has no idea the most expensive part of our honeymoon wasn't the hotel.