Weekend Date

Just thought I'd share about my weekend away. Friday morning started like most others with the one exception of Echo waking me to say he was leaving to go meet someone in Auburn. After stumbling around in a fog, kissing him goodbye and pouring my first cup of coffee; I remembered that it was DATE NIGHT. Now date night might not mean much to some of you, but when date night only comes around every four years, the anticipation and build up takes on a whole different dimension.  Needless to say I had called my kids, I bragged, I posted it on face book, and I reminded my better half about how much fun he was going to have on Friday and Saturday. I reminded him...well, let's say regularly.

So when Echo left without being reminded (again), I watched my plans sailing away on the sea of "Might Have Been". Plan modification was required and the Secret Weapon ie: the queen of guilt was called into play. The Queen stepped into the picture and changed the course of my day. A few hours after my honey's departure he called home to say he was returning by late afternoon so our date night would not be lost.  I cried like a silly school girl.

The hours passed, I dressed, took care of the Mossyrock online work, and waited for my one and only.  He arrived, showered and whisked me off,  to a very fun evening.  We had loads of time to talk as unfortunately accidents on the freeway slowed traffic to a crawl even on the back roads. The dinner was awesome and the evening was fun. What made it even better was an unused hotel gift certificate from Aud and Eric ment we could spend extra time out and not have to drive back adding  hours to our night.

I'd like to tell you the night in the hotel was eventful, and it was, just not the kind of eventful your thinking.  My foot and ankle were spasming most all night long. Echo being overtired after a long day should soon be asleep when his night medications kicked in. Not happening though, when your wife is yelping, hopping in and out of bed, and moaning while stomping her foot trying to work a spasm out; that restful night of sleep might be a bit unrealistic. Out of desperation, my highly medicated husband puts his robe on, announces he is getting ice for my foot and candy for him. Rocking on the end of the bed and moaning, I am in no position to conjure up my good sense.  He left.......No, I mean he left for a really really long time!

The concessions were just a few doors down the hall, where the hell could he have gone to? So I sit, walk, stomp my foot, and worry. Oh trust me, I peeked out many times without seeing him. Back at the fourth floor window checking if our car was still sitting below, and wondering if he wandered into someone Else's room.

Suddenly there is this great noise of someone running down the hall with very heavy irregular footsteps bouncing off the doors and walls with mulitiple people running moments later in the same direction..Scarry! Now what? Echo? Angry neighbors? A lunatic? Do they have Echo? Too stunned to react, I hear a deep voice boom, "It doesn't pay to run to the fourth floor, you're still getting a DUI".

Relief washes over me but still no husband! I peek out again once they finally leave, but the genie didn't put him back on our floor. Eons later, the hotel room door opens and my husband with pockets stuffed full of candy bars waltzes past me, tickled with his cache of candy. 

"Whoa, Whoa, where were you?"

"At the candy machine". 

"Did you see the cops with that DUI person?" 

"What?" He rushes to the curtian peeking through (not thinking, I meant in the hotel hallway) to see multiple cop cars,  planting himself comfortably to eat his candy bars and watch the action below.

"Did you get the ice?"

"Nope, somebody stole my ice bucket. Want me to.."
"Forget the ice bucket. My foot is better. You can't leave this room again, I thought someone stole you!"
"What? thats silly, I was only gone a minute or two."  It occurred to me then this was just another Jensen Family Adventure.