The extremely fantastic Soup Husband Curt arranged a top-secret overnight getaway for us this past Friday night. There are so few surprises in a 15-year marriage that we resort to things like making reservations and not telling the other one about it till the last minute. I did it to him last month – secured babysitting and whisked him away to a restaurant that included a bar and a TV so we could watch the NHL playoffs. (Yes, I am the best wife ever.) But Curt upped the ante, so to speak with a surprise getaway to…
Well, not exactly Las Vegas, but close in tons of many a few ways, and in some ways better. For example, where we went, was:
- Much less expensive than Las Vegas
- Did not require us to board an airplane and transfer in Atlanta
- Featured a half-price happy hour that included top-shelf mixed drinks and appetizers
- There was no smoking anywhere
Our getaway was truly the next best thing. After securing dubious babysitting arrangements, we drove 5 miles from home, and booked a room with a lake view here:
And here is another spectacular view from the 9th floor of the Marriott:
If you squint your eyes, it kinda resembles The Strip, doesn’t it? Maybe just a little bit?
OK, well maybe not. Nevertheless, it’s what we have right here in our zip code, and the thing is, if you’re away overnight without the kids, you could be staying in the neighbors’ basement and sleeping on their sofabed and it would be pretty darn fine. (Almost.)
We checked in, dumped off our bags and shortly thereafter parked our butts on the barstools at The Hamlet. We made friends with our bartender (hi, Andrew!), and got all bossy about the remote convinced him to change the TV channel so we could watch the hockey game. We ordered yummy appetizers (they were half-price, too) and talked him into heavy-pouring our extra-large gin and tonics. We made friends with the nice people on either side of us, in that any nice person at a bar can be an instant friend for the time you both occupy stools at the bar. We ordered sliders for takeout and went back to the room to watch the rest of the game and sleep on the fluffy, comfy bed.
And no preschool-age children woke us up to be tucked in or to inform us that they had, again, peed through their Pull-Up, and no cats started YEEEEOOOWLing at 6:00 a.m., informing us it was TIME TO EAT, DAMMIT!
In the morning we feasted trucker-style on their breakfast buffet, which was included in the room rate. (Take that, Las Vegas!) If you live near Gaithersburg, go try the Marriott’s brunch – a nice lady made me an omelette, but could have made me a waffle if that’s what I had wanted. They had POUNDS of bacon waiting for me (I do love a big pan of bacon on a breafast buffet), grits, cheese blintzes, and healthy things too, like fruit.
Then we drove the short drive back home and confronted the reality of peanut shells and rogue popcorn on the living room floor and undone dishes and half-empty pizza boxes in the kitchen, but we did not care. Our getaway was quick and low-budget, but all we really needed was a chance to finish a sentence without being interrupted, to drink a beer without having to mediate a quarrel or yell at the kids to turn off the TV – I said it’s time to take a shower – brush your teeth – I said GO TO BED! It’s exactly what the doctor ordered every so often. It helps us remember why we married each other.
Try it. You’ll like it!