And it really was, no exaggerating. Boyfriend and I went to the coast for the weekend. I reserved a room at a nicer (read: more expensive) hotel than what I would normally stay at. It has been time for us to get away for a while now. Between work, kids, exes, etc it really was time.
We got there Friday afternoon, a little later than I hoped as we took the long way. We got to the front desk and were informed that we had been upgraded from the studio with full kitchen to a one bedroom with full kitchen. All the rooms had a beach view so I wasn’t complaining. We had purchased the ‘Romance Package’ so there was a bottle of champagne in our refrigerator and we had vouchers for a dinner and a breakfast for the both of us.
Our room was comfortable, kitchen fully stocked and the champagne was in the fridge just as they promised. The first night we went to the top floor restaurant and had a wonderful dinner and when I ordered wine to go with my salmon I didn’t even get carded! (I look about 18, I am told, even though I am really twice that.) Next day was lounging in bed with muffins and coffee until noon, a nice walk on the beach and a trip to the Birkie store to buy me the most comfortable shoes know to womankind. We broiled up some steak in our room that night and had champagne brunch the next morning.
Even more than having a nice, quiet, relaxing weekend in a nice hotel was how I feel more connected to my boyfriend now. We even had an argument (he says it was just a heated conversation) Saturday night and still I feel as though no matter what we are in this together. We held hands, made out, goofed off; were together for 48 hours with no demands on our time. We know we need to do this a couple times a year to keep in touch with each other.
I just feel peaceful now.
