A Year In The Life
Well…a year has come and gone. I did the same thing last year too, where it took me forever to post about it and I didn’t even really finish last year. Even though we’ve been together for almost 8 years now, Monday was mine and hubby’s 1st wedding anniversary. As stated in another post, we started out the day at Denny’s for breakfast, where I fit in the booth :). Actually, we started the day running around trying to get our taxes filed :P but that’s a whole ‘nother issue. We got home from Denny’s and Gary took a nap until 2. Which turned into a nap until about 2:30/quarter to 3 until I threatened to go into the other room, dig out my Skid Row CD and play it until he got up… “I’m awake!”
Aheh.
While he was sleeping, I packed our bag and we were on the road at a little after 3pm. Traffic was horrible and we ended up arriving at the hotel about quarter after 4. On the drive there, I remembered all the things I had forgotten to bring, among them the $20 present from his mom and our digital camera. There were many other things but I don’t remember them now. How fitting :P. I think we went down into the casino on Monday between the time we got there and when Prison Bre- yah, we did because I remember we got burgers to take back up to the room.
I think it’s a testament to how much I like our new apartment (or else just the fact that we stayed in the same room last year), but I wasn’t as excited about the room this year as I was last year. Last year, I didn’t want to leave because the hotel room was so much nicer than our apartment at the time. This year, well this year, I LIKE our apartment that we’re in now. Nice hardwood floors, it’s clean…what’s not to like? The hotel room was still nice, don’t get me wrong, and there was one thing that I got to enjoy about it this year that I didn’t last year which made it better, but overall I was sort of fidgeting by Tuesday night waiting for it to be time to go home. But one thing I still like more than our apartment is the friggin bed. It’s a king (or maybe a California king) and is SO HUGE! We were both in the bed and there was room for at least one more person in there. I said as much and Gary told me not to get any ideas. Spoilsport :P I spent most of Tuesday in the room just sort of hanging out and watching TV. This however did not stop us from blowing through $300 in the course of the 2.something days we were there. Not counting the cost of the room. I guess it’s ok, we still have money in the bank and I had reasoned that $300 was the amount we could “comfortably” lose without putting unnecessary strain on our budget, but it would have been nice to at least break even.
And now…onto the big one…the grand daddy of all milestones (so far) on the road I began travelling in October of last year:
I FIT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING TUB!!!!!! At the same time as my husband tyvm. On Tuesday, I decided I had had enough of losing money so around 3 or so, I bought a slice of cheesecake (no I didn’t eat even half of it over the next day and a half so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been) and headed back up to the room. Gary stayed downstairs to play some video poker and in the elevator up to our room, I decided I would take the opportunity to see if I could take a bath. At least if Gary wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have to be embarrassed in front of him if it didn’t work out like I hoped. I put my cheesecake in the fridge, grabbed the bottle of bubble bath out of the suitcase along with my robe, went into the bedroom and started to fill the tub. I’ve never been in a big tub like this and I rarely use bubble bath so I was unsure how much to use. That, and the fact that I wanted to make sure the bubbles lasted if it turned out that I did fit in there made me think I needed half the bottle.
Did I mention it was a whirlpool bath as well?
Holy buckets. Bubbles everywhere.
I got undressed and got in the tub. Gary made mention of this before on his blog and I couldn’t agree more. I hate having to try and get used to new faucets. The hot water hardly came on at all and only got hot if I turned the cold completely off. After the tub got filled up, I turned on the jets…MORE BUBBLES! There was maybe 5 inches or so of water actually in the tub but holy shit were there bubbles. I ended up having to drain the tub and start over. When the water was almost gone (but not the bubbles!), I heard the front door open. I grabbed one of the towels off the side of the tub and threw it across myself and started giggling as Gary walked through the double french doors into the bedroom. He started smiling and asked what I was doing… “…uh…nothin’…?”
I turned the water back on as he sat on the lounge thing next to the bed. Trying to adjust the water temperature again was a futile effort and I just gave up and put it on really hot. I like my bath water really hot anyway so it didn’t matter to me. By the time the tub was about half full, I finally convinced Gary to get in with me (yay!). He started to stick his foot in and withdrew it almost immediately, saying it was too hot. I turned on just the cold water and started swirling it around so it would mix. After a minute or two he finally got in, but said it was still too hot (big baby :P).
So, that was it…we were both in the tub, at the same time, comfortably…well, almost comfortably. See…in addition to this being very foamy bubble bath, it was also intended to make your skin really soft. Consequently (because I used so much) it made the bottom of the tub REALLY slippery so we spent most of the time in the tub sliding around and unable to stay in one spot. Aheh…it was fun though :P Bubbles ended up on the walls :o
So there ya go…I wasn’t able to take a bath with my husband on our wedding night but I sure as shit was able to on our first anniversary. HELL YAH!
I FIT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING TUB!!
Valley Fair is looking more and more doable all the time :)
Aheh.
While he was sleeping, I packed our bag and we were on the road at a little after 3pm. Traffic was horrible and we ended up arriving at the hotel about quarter after 4. On the drive there, I remembered all the things I had forgotten to bring, among them the $20 present from his mom and our digital camera. There were many other things but I don’t remember them now. How fitting :P. I think we went down into the casino on Monday between the time we got there and when Prison Bre- yah, we did because I remember we got burgers to take back up to the room.
I think it’s a testament to how much I like our new apartment (or else just the fact that we stayed in the same room last year), but I wasn’t as excited about the room this year as I was last year. Last year, I didn’t want to leave because the hotel room was so much nicer than our apartment at the time. This year, well this year, I LIKE our apartment that we’re in now. Nice hardwood floors, it’s clean…what’s not to like? The hotel room was still nice, don’t get me wrong, and there was one thing that I got to enjoy about it this year that I didn’t last year which made it better, but overall I was sort of fidgeting by Tuesday night waiting for it to be time to go home. But one thing I still like more than our apartment is the friggin bed. It’s a king (or maybe a California king) and is SO HUGE! We were both in the bed and there was room for at least one more person in there. I said as much and Gary told me not to get any ideas. Spoilsport :P I spent most of Tuesday in the room just sort of hanging out and watching TV. This however did not stop us from blowing through $300 in the course of the 2.something days we were there. Not counting the cost of the room. I guess it’s ok, we still have money in the bank and I had reasoned that $300 was the amount we could “comfortably” lose without putting unnecessary strain on our budget, but it would have been nice to at least break even.
And now…onto the big one…the grand daddy of all milestones (so far) on the road I began travelling in October of last year:
I FIT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING TUB!!!!!! At the same time as my husband tyvm. On Tuesday, I decided I had had enough of losing money so around 3 or so, I bought a slice of cheesecake (no I didn’t eat even half of it over the next day and a half so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been) and headed back up to the room. Gary stayed downstairs to play some video poker and in the elevator up to our room, I decided I would take the opportunity to see if I could take a bath. At least if Gary wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have to be embarrassed in front of him if it didn’t work out like I hoped. I put my cheesecake in the fridge, grabbed the bottle of bubble bath out of the suitcase along with my robe, went into the bedroom and started to fill the tub. I’ve never been in a big tub like this and I rarely use bubble bath so I was unsure how much to use. That, and the fact that I wanted to make sure the bubbles lasted if it turned out that I did fit in there made me think I needed half the bottle.
Did I mention it was a whirlpool bath as well?
Holy buckets. Bubbles everywhere.
I got undressed and got in the tub. Gary made mention of this before on his blog and I couldn’t agree more. I hate having to try and get used to new faucets. The hot water hardly came on at all and only got hot if I turned the cold completely off. After the tub got filled up, I turned on the jets…MORE BUBBLES! There was maybe 5 inches or so of water actually in the tub but holy shit were there bubbles. I ended up having to drain the tub and start over. When the water was almost gone (but not the bubbles!), I heard the front door open. I grabbed one of the towels off the side of the tub and threw it across myself and started giggling as Gary walked through the double french doors into the bedroom. He started smiling and asked what I was doing… “…uh…nothin’…?”
I turned the water back on as he sat on the lounge thing next to the bed. Trying to adjust the water temperature again was a futile effort and I just gave up and put it on really hot. I like my bath water really hot anyway so it didn’t matter to me. By the time the tub was about half full, I finally convinced Gary to get in with me (yay!). He started to stick his foot in and withdrew it almost immediately, saying it was too hot. I turned on just the cold water and started swirling it around so it would mix. After a minute or two he finally got in, but said it was still too hot (big baby :P).
So, that was it…we were both in the tub, at the same time, comfortably…well, almost comfortably. See…in addition to this being very foamy bubble bath, it was also intended to make your skin really soft. Consequently (because I used so much) it made the bottom of the tub REALLY slippery so we spent most of the time in the tub sliding around and unable to stay in one spot. Aheh…it was fun though :P Bubbles ended up on the walls :o
So there ya go…I wasn’t able to take a bath with my husband on our wedding night but I sure as shit was able to on our first anniversary. HELL YAH!
I FIT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING TUB!!
Valley Fair is looking more and more doable all the time :)