Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, O Great Mother-in-Law. I’ll replace all your windows every year for what you have done for us.
This weekend, Leah and I ESCAPED - all the way to Niagara Falls - the Canadian side no less. More importantly, we did it without, sans, senza children. Any of ‘em. Although only for a single night, it was the first since before the twins were born last May. Oh, to be DINK’s again. . .
We were transported into our little Utopia via the Brock Plaza Hotel and the Rainbow Room Restaurant. If any of you actually visit, take note of the shower curtain rods – very cool (give me a break. I’m a geek). It has an amazing history. Among the more interesting factoids, Marilyn Monroe stayed in room 801 while filming Niagara.
Leah realized her paradise a few hours earlier than I did. She cashed in my Day at the Spa Christmas present to her. Advice for husbands: invest in a spa day for your wives. Do it.
The Falls are still lit at night. It was the first time I had ever seen them this way – nothing short of breathtaking. My little desk calendar of 1001 Places to See Before You Die actually told me I had to see this before I kick it, so I can scratch that one off the list.
We also won money playing roulette at Casino Niagara. Actually, Leah won most of it. I lost on the first six spins and then Leah took over and won eight in a row! We finished ahead $20. Hey, $20 Canadian buys a round of good drinks. If anyone is looking for us this weekend, we’ll be in Vegas. . .
We even skipped church on Sunday morning. It’s Lent. We gave it up.
So, let’s recap: We abandoned our children, left the country, gambled, drank, had lots of great sex, slept late, and skipped church.
See you all in Hell.