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Going away and not going crazy

W and I are going away this weekend.  Just the two of us.  No kids.  No cats.

We only go away two or three times a year, so it’s a pretty big deal.

The last time that we went away for the weekend?  October.  We spent Saturday night at a local casino with friends.

In the days prior to that get-away weekend, I over thought the whole trip.  What if the food isn’t any good?  What if our room is dirty?  What if we can’t find a thing to talk about?  What if my expectations are too high?  What if we get in a fight?  What if the weekend is a total bust?

With these get aways coming every five months or so, everything seemed to be riding on this one weekend.  Fun times or bust.

Turns out that we had a great time.  We always do, despite my anxiety.

Heidi KlumThis time, I thought I’d try a different strategy.  Like just go with the flow and trust that everything will be as silky smooth as satin sheets or Heidi Klum’s legs.

So our trip itinerary — which features 24 hours without a single child (two legged or four legged) — includes The Addams Family musical and dinner at a fancy restaurant.  We have dinner reservations for 11:00 p.m., which I think makes us hipsters, at least for the night, or at least really, really cool like P!nk or Bruno Mars.  I bet they always eat dinner after 10:00 p.m.

I was thinking today that the infrequency of these get aways might actually make them a little more special.  A little more shiny and new.  If you got a new car twice a year, would you really care after year two?

Which, in turn, got me thinking about the things in life that you really only want to do once, or at most, twice a year.

My List

  • Vacations.  Not weekend trips but week-long trips that involve stopping the mail and the newspaper, finding someone to care for the pets and buying a new bathing suit.  For one thing, I stress over what books to bring, one for each flannel-covered personality.  And no, I don’t believe in Kindles or Nooks.
  • Eat corned beef and cabbage, preferably on or around St. Patrick’s Day.
  • Eat a candy cane.  I have one every Christmas and then ask myself what all the fuss is about.  How did these crooked mint sticks ever catch on?
  • Go to a parade.  Once a year is enough to see all of the fire trucks within 20 miles of your hometown.
  • Watch a classic tear jerker in which someone dies of a terrible illness like Steel Magnolias, Beaches or Terms of Endearment.
  • Partake of jelly beans or candy corn.  These foods are only appropriate eating on their respective holidays.
  • Order an egg cream.  I think I like the idea of egg creams better than the actual drink.  I mean, it sounds like a good idea, all classic and vintage and cool.  Oh, soda jerk, I’ll have the vanilla egg cream and make it snappy.  But then I look around at everyone drinking much more satisfying milkshakes at nearby tables.  My son had a sip of my egg cream and said it tasted like air.

Ok, spill.  What things do you think should be given once-a-year status?

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Waiting for the weekend

W and I are going away for the weekend.  Actually, just Saturday night, but it’s still a big deal because we rarely go anywhere without the kids.

A few months ago, I found a Groupon for a new casino that had just opened up about 15 minutes from our house.  For $99 you got a $50 dining credit, a $50 slot credit and an overnight stay in the adjoining hotel.  Sweet.

Groupon. Good.  Heidi.  Good.

Have I mentioned that I love Groupon just about as much as I love Heidi Klum?

I figured that if I purchased the Groupon W and I would have to commit to going away and finding a babysitter.

W told the kids that they were going to be staying with their grandparents.  When they asked why, she attempted to explain the value of the Groupon.

Basically, they thought it was a rip off because, in the end, we were only netting $1.

W commented that when you have babysitting the Groupon is worth like a million dollars.

How true.

I would sleep with Demi Moore for $1 million.  Wait, I don’t think that was the premise of the movie.

I would definitely pay a million bucks for a night with W.  It would be like our own lesbian Indecent Proposal.

The kids really have no idea as to how much things cost.

You could show them a bag of rocks and they might think that it costs $36.  A tank of gas?  Maybe only $10.  I know that I never really learned the value of money until I started working at McDonald’s when I turned 16.

Minimum wage was $3.35 an hour back then.  I had to wear a brown polyester uniform, get up at 5:30 a.m. on weekends and clean out a fast-food bathroom that was too dirty for me to use without lining the seat with cheeseburger wrappers.  You do the math.

Anyway, W and I are excited about our big weekend.  We’re meeting some friends there and will be having a nice Italian dinner Saturday evening.  I want a glass of red wine.  Or two.  I’ve been jonesing for a Kir Royale.  Or two.

Hoping that the anticipation and excitement doesn’t supersede the actual weekend.

Because, truth be told, I haven’t been able to think of anything else this week.  Just being alone with W.