Cupid: better late than never
In the past few weeks we’ve had a constellation of events to celebrate. First Christmas, then our anniversary, then Valentine’s Day.
Christmas was with our precious friends in Knoxville, and what with packing and traveling, Robert and I sort of postponed actually giving each other anything. “The trip itself will be our gifts to each other.” Yeah, right. How’s that workin’ for ya? Terrific but not unwrapable.
Our anniversary, December 26, was going to make up for it, though the actual gifting would be postponed till we could get home and make reservations for our celebration: a weekend at a B&B. Except somehow that kept slip-sliding away.
But Valentine’s Day was by-God gonna happen.
Since I love Internet sleuthing, I started scouting out B&Bs, coming back (as usual) to a darling cottage in Fort Worth. Except that it was $225 a night, 30 miles away, and we’d be in Fort Worth. I mean, Cowtown’s great as a destination for specific events, but I got discouraged at the prospect of still having to whomp up where to eat and what to see or do — besides the obvious and delicious prospect of the actual shacking up.
And gee, for that kind of money we could spend the night at some scrumptious hotel right here in Dallas, and have a piano bar and room service without ever going out. Good plan. I started a telephone search for just the right place to spend Saturday night the 13th, so we’d wake up on Valentine’s Day in each other’s arms in a bed not our own. Wooo. Sexy.
Except that hotel after hotel didn’t have room for us. I finally got the word from a helpful reservation guy that I might as well give up — the whole town would be full. Well sure, I said, since after all it’s Valentine’s weekend. No, that wasn’t the reason — it was the NBA playoffs.
No problem, we’d just celebrate a weekend early on the 6th, and we’d stay at the refurbished old Melrose, now spiffed up as the Warwick Melrose with attendant hikes in rates. Except we got bad colds, mine turned into bronchitis, and we had to postpone till the weekend after Valentine’s.
Which is why we spent LAST NIGHT! at the Melrose, with their recycled Valentine package of champagne and chocolate-dipped strawberries, and a nice note from the general manager. We got nicely relaxed in the Library Bar, waited on by identical twin sisters, Amy and Jamie. Robert asked, How often do you get that “I guess I’ve had enough, I’m seeing double” routine? Answer: about three times a night.
We had a lovely room, a lovely time, even lovely attire. I especially enjoyed Robert’s red silk PJ bottoms, reserved for state occasions.
And where was little Buddy Bear while we were besporting ourselves in a posh hotel? Ah, he had his own shack-up. I’ll tell you about it next time.
Home now in our own bed, under our new red comforter, determined to do that hotel thing again. Robert’s birthday is in March …..
Cheers!
Tags: celebrate, love, Relationships, romance, Sex
