Jan 28, 2008 01:40
I just booked a hotel room for the weekend of Feb. 15th, and I must say that this is one of those very rare moments that I feel like an adult. Like when I'm walking to the subway station after closing, all by myself, and I realize everyone is so far away from me; or the times when I sit around wondering if people think of me, here, and I wonder if their fictional accounts are better or worse than what I'm actually doing.
But this takes the cake. I've been scheming and planning this trip for a month now, and instead of wimping out, or doing it all half-assed like I usually do, I've pulled out all the stops. No econolodge's or super 8's this time; I got a swanky ass room in a really really nice hotel - probably too nice for me on any other weekend than this one. But this one weekend in February I'm going to be king of the town, and I'll reign with love and kindness along with the girl who fills me with both of the aforementioned. Tomorrow I make restaurant reservations and finalize a rough draft schedule. I even got help from a travel consultant and everything. I'm sure this doesn't mean much of anything to anyone but me and one girl, but to me (and maybe her, too) it means an awful lot and I feel really proud of myself.
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