And we're still married.
I call that a success.
We shared a 3 bedroom, three bathroom penthouse with two other couples on the Gulf coast in Florida. Beautiful views, great company. Lovely weekend. Neat way to spend New Years.
The details, however, are the stuff of legend.
- We obligingly took the room with the (wrongly booked) bunkbeds. With several engineers in attendance (and luckily the other 2 couples being local) we McGuyver'ed ourselves a flat bed with a queen air mattress on top. It worked. Don't worry - we made the hotel give us a discount.
- We ate enough food to last a million years. However the other 2 couples took home enough leftovers to last them another million years.
- I am officially a candied pecan. I know because I ate my weight in them.
- I now want to unlearn things such as the definitions of: Santorum (not Rick), Dirty Sanchez, Gorilla Mask, and a million other terrible things that only boys would be dumb enough to know (and think it's funny)
- NOTE - if you're so inclined to learn about such things DO NOT google on a work computer. Just sayin'
- If you're worried whether someone just had sex in your bathroom send me in. I'm a good inspector/ evidence eraser. (for those of you with more delicate sensibilities.)
