Somebody had a birthday around here this week. It wasn’t my birthday, but I got the urge to cut my hair in celebration anyway. Six inches, gone.
I also got the urge to treat the birthday boy to a night out. I dropped the kids off at my in-laws’ house, booked us a nice hotel for crazy cheap via Priceline, and left Neil a note to meet me there when he got home from work.
Hotel Indigo. I loved the decor at this place. It had wood floors, and windows that actually opened.
We had Mongolian BBQ, which I’ve been wanting for, oh, twenty years or something like that. There used to be an excellent high-end Mongolian BBQ place a few towns away from us, but it closed up roughly around the same time I was finally able to afford going there. Such is life. This other place I found was not as amazing as my memory, but good enough. What it lacked in ambiance it made up for in price.
The next morning, Neil left for work, and I enjoyed a few hours to read blogs on my tablet by myself before checkout. And I enjoyed three cups of coffee.
I kind of wish I could wake up in a peaceful open-window hotel with a few hours to kill and my own pot of brewed coffee every morning…