A year ago today I got dressed in an overly tight dress, spent most of the day deep breathing with my best friends, then walked down the aisle with my dad as I clung to him and tried not to sob. When I made it to Kamel I was relieved and then for the rest of the 40 minute ceremony did my best not to pass out. I married my best friend while sitting down. He made me laugh even then. It was the most important day of my life.
This weekend we rocked a stay-cation at the Fairmont in San Francisco. Our wedding reception was at the Fairmont in Seattle and they said if we came back a year later they would make us our wedding cake for free.
This is the wind-swept face of someone excited about free cake.
The view was to die. The room was in my favorite color and the bed was the kind with too many pillows that you never want to (or can) get out of.
I love hotel soaps more than I probably should. I love hotel towels and hotel lobbies. I love the buttons on the phone that are just little pictures of what you want, like a bellboy or the front desk, or room service. We pushed the room service button a lot.
In fact, our anniversary weekend consisted mostly of ordering room service and watching TV in bed. Because we are 80, and don’t have cable at home. It was glorious!
Please excuse my bed head, but there were lemon honey pecan pancakes and brioche french toast, and I had to share.
The best part about room service is that 1) I don’t ever have to get completely dressed, and 2) I can eat a little, lay in bed and watch more “Locked Up”, then roll over and eat some more. GLORIOUS I TELL YOU.
Oh and the view. Who needs a dining room when we can have this?
There was a rich-person park, where we imagined rich people take their children on the weekends and sunbathe about the fountains, just a block up the street. We went there on Saturday afternoon for a bit and pretended to fit in.
This is me, sitting on the swings with my awkwardly growing out hair, wishing I lived in the building behind me that probably costs 2k a month for a studio. Le sigh. One can dream. Or pretend and take a bunch of pictures.
More room service. God I love hotel cut melon.
And what is a hotel experience without a bubble bath? In a giant tub? With twice as many bubbles as water?!
That would be a sorely missed opportunity, that’s what.
And then there’s this.
We made it a year! Nobody moved out, nobody gave up. I am still excited every day to see Kamel waiting for me at the train station. He is still my favorite person to sit silently next to on the couch while we are both futzing around on the internet. He puts up with my outrage and my fist shaking, I try my best to pretend to listen to all of the techy crap he loves. So far we’re doing pretty well at conquering the world one day and one adventure at a time.