Happy Birthday to me!

Woo Hoo! And Elvis, too.

So Kelly whisked me away to the Bristol Harbour Inn this weekend for an overnight romantical getaway. We got there Saturday afternoon and unpacked, cracked open some cold Stellas, and, er, enjoyed the room, as Kelly so euphemistically puts it. I opened presents! Kelly got me "Tuesdays With Morrie", the new Joni Mitchell retrospective "Dreamland", and the most beautiful leather jacket that fits me so perfectly it looks like it was tailored for me.

Dinner was included in the package so we had some martinis, a nice din-din, then headed back to the room to hang in front of the fireplace and TV. The fireplace was great: just flip a switch on the wall and on it came. Not being the outdoorsy type, this is an ideal way to make a fire to me.

Next morning we poured some mimosas and lounged around. Then we headed to brunch, which was also included in the package. Had the nastiest tasting Bloody Mary's you could ever imagine which we sent back. We decided to just finish the champagne back at the room instead, and watched some football. We may have enjoyed the room once or twice more. There was absolutely nobody left in the hotel, so they said we could check out late. Housekeeping came by and said, no rush, there's no turnover, they'd just clean the room tomorrow. So Kelly checked out so as not to get charged another day, then came back to the room, and we stayed like another two hours. Woo hoo!

A lovely weekend, indeed.