I booked us a room at the Lake Las Vegas resort. It is a man made community with a couple of fancy hotels, some restaurants, golf courses, shops and of course, a lake. I had heard it was a good getaway. It wasn't Greece, but it was someplace that did not have 6 kids, two dogs and a broken dishwasher. The hard part of leaving for a weekend sans kids is actually leaving.
Hubby: When do you want to go?
Me: Yesterday. Or around 4 pm would be good.
Hubby: Oh, I was thinking 5:30.
Me: (thinking the kids get home at 3:30 and that gives me two hours to get cranky) Okay.
So we did not end up leaving until about 6:30 of course. And yes there was some crankiness. We climb in the car and were off for our "romantic" weekend. I decided that was a lot of pressure to put on us. Bags were packed, chocolate and strawberries were bought, and boom let the romance begin? Forget that we had been sleeping together for 20 years, made 6 kids, had everyday life pressures. We could not talk about the mortgage, the broken air conditioner, the kid's grades, his job or mine or how the dog refuses to be house broken. We were to leave all that behind in an instant, be madly in love, enjoy every second we had alone together. Ready, set, go...
It took awhile to get into the swing of things. I had booked us a reservation at a "romantic"(there's that word again) restaurant for our first stop of the weekend. The thing with Las Vegas that can't be avoided is that a lot of the nice restraunts are in casinos. Casinos are not my favorite place. There is lots of smoke, noise, booze and boobs. Very distracting and irritating. So we worm our way through the slots and into the dim lighting and nice atmosphere of the place we were eating. We were seated next to a window that looked out into the casino. Whatever. Ok, let's try to relax and enjoy this. Caffeine please and keep it coming.
We actually did relax and start to enjoy ourselves. We talked about some of our best dates and getaways. I actually even tasted oysters for the first time (I heard they were an aphrodisiac and I thought the weekend could use a little kick in the pants) They were slimy but not completely gross. I was just starting to think, "okay, this weekend is going to be great", when I look over and see a bald head and jeans sitting in the window. Right next to our table. Of course, why not. The more the merrier. Should I pass him the bread?
This guy had no idea his Wranglers were butting into my romantic evening.
Once again I was thinking, " Please don't fart and steam up the window." Well, after our squatter left after a few minutes, we got on with our evening and weekend. And it happened to be wonderful.
It was amazing to remember what it was like to stay in bed all day with nowhere to go. It turns out that, without the kids around, we do actually still like each other and are actually pleasant individuals. And maybe in 20 more years we can discover that again.