Over the Christmas break, the Gentleman Husband and I took a little overnight getaway to the nearby Anniversary Inn. My sweet mother-in-law watched the Tiny Dark Lord for us and they had a great time together.
When we arrived to check in, they told us there was a water problem in the room we'd booked. The water from the hot tub upstairs was causing a leak, and they were very sorry about this but could we please choose a different room. When I joked that I didn't suppose we could just knock on the door upstairs and ask them to pretty please not use their hot tub the girl shook her head emphatically and said, "No, I met them and they are scar--I mean, I wouldn't recommend that." So. There went that idea. GH wondered the next morning if the "scary couple" in question were the ones he heard fighting all night, probably in preparation for breaking in and robbing us, just before he heard the sirens he hoped belonged to the police coming to arrest our scary fighting thief neighbors. You may remember that GH tends to overreact to sounds he hears in hotels.
Our remaining choices were either Hawaiian Paradise (wasn't feeling it for the rattan or the tiki lights) or Cajun Romance (complete with bayou, gator, a king-sized Intelli-gel bed and a really amazing shower). Because nothing says "It's Business Time" like large, semi-aquatic carnivorous reptiles.
|Really am not sure how this is romantic. |
Maybe Steve Irwin would have dug it, bless him.
I chose the good shower and bed, even if there was an open-mouthed alligator watching said bed the entire time. The shower really was heaven. It was the size of my current bedroom, and came with a regular shower head, one of those rainfall ones that come out of the ceiling, and 4 jets coming out of the wall. I may have made sounds in there. (My shower at home is so gross, friends. The only sounds it inspires are the gasps at the sudden change in water temperature/pressure and the gags as I clean out the drain. The postpartum-hair-falling-out thing took a while to kick in but now . . . yikes. I am talking tarantulas of hair every day.) The bed was also lovely, and I slept for 10 hours in that thing. Seriously need to think about a king-sized bed down the road. So I think I made the right choice, even if I did keep breaking out into songs from Disney's The Princess and the Frog.