I accompanied Steve on a business trip to Arizona last week. Luckily, this trip was much more fun than the last business trip I braved. We had three days and two nights (which ended up being three nights thanks to Delta airlines and their incompetence and the third night was most definitely not at a luxury resort hotel) without children and had a fabulous time!
I must start with telling about the incredible bed we slept in. Serious, serious comfort. I'm
talking lay-down-feel-like-you-never-want-to-move-ever-again-not-ever-died-and-gone-to-heaven-and-now-sleeping-on-a-puffy-cloud. It was that good. I earned an eye-roll or two from Steve when I took the sheets off the bed in an effort to discover exactly what kind of bed offered such delightful comfort. But, there were no tags. I think it was some kind of posterpedic type foamy stuff. Heavenly.
And the bathroom? Wow. Granite, travertine tile, separate tub & shower. Gorgeous. It made the fact that Arizona tap water tastes like poo and the hotel's complimentary mouthwash tasted even worse easy to forgive.
The entertainment center housed a run-of-the-mill hotel television (that we used) and mini-bar (that we did not use) and was just beautiful. The cool vases on top? Glued down. I guess even fancy resort visitors steal things.
The second night in the heavenly bed was rudely interrupted by very loud neighbors. At first we thought it was a bunch of teenagers in the next room, but no. It was adults who must have thought that everyone in the hotel was interested in their conversation by the way they were all yelling over each other until 1am. One lady has a very serious future in show business with her genuine Halloween witch cackle. She should really look into it.
One of the coolest things about Arizona? Several of MOFs live there! I was fortunate enough to meet up with several of them including Linsey, Jane, and a few others (one of which I would link to, but I don't know if she wants to the world to know she lives in Arizona.) Most of us dragged our husbands along kicking and screaming, but I think they ended up enjoying themselves a little bit. And Linsey? Tall. I know. Shocking. She seems to short on the internet.
We were supposed to return home on Saturday evening. We finally made it home Sunday morning. Delta will be receiving a lengthy letter from me. Perhaps you'll have the joy of reading it too. Stay tuned.