The other day, G posted here about how she runs so she doesn’t run away. That is me, today. I haven’t showered
since the hotel Saturday morning, but I digress…
Friday night, our 10th wedding anniversary was
amazing! I felt like a million bucks (see exhibits A & B). I had the
slightest twinge of guilt dropping off L and N at their Atlanta Grandma’s
house, but it quickly passed. We hit the hotel; they tried to pull a quick one
over us by telling us that we were not eligible for the friends and family rate
(thanks Hyatt, we won’t be staying with you ever again!), but I let it slide.
It’s our 10th wedding anniversary! Then we went to dinner. The
minute we walked through the door we recognized the greeter, she used to work
with J at his last restaurant. The whole evening was spectacular! I can
honestly say that the customer service at Ocean Prime Atlanta was above and beyond. Even hubby who works in the industry commented on how
spectacular they were.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
We started in the bar since we were intentionally early.
It’s not every day that I get to sit in the bar with hubby sans little boys,
have a drink, and enjoy an appetizer and people watch. It was pure heaven! I was
able to eavesdrop on all conversations and wonder why the 30 something hipster
chic is sitting with the middle-aged (plus) Russian-American man wearing a
seersucker jacket, slacks and no socks. What did she see in him? Probably the
free drink! I enjoyed hearing the conversations between a guest and the
bartender on the myriad of flavors in the Red Stag line offered by Jim Beam; all
while enjoying my cucumber gimlet, white truffle popcorn and goat cheese and
mushroom ravioli. I didn’t have to get up to get a second serving, fill water
glasses, grab a napkin or listen to whining about how “I don’t like this food”.
We then moved to our table. I apologize for not bringing my
camera; I will never do that again. The greeter had champagne sent to us at the
table, YUM! Then the server brings us Ahi Tuna Tartar compliments of a guy on
the line that J worked with at another restaurant. I can’t get over how small
the food service industry is, especially here in the ATL! I guess it’s because
we never go out. NEVER. We then ordered steaks, twice baked potato and
asparagus. I had a glass of Napa Valley’s finest Cab while J had a Zin, he likes
peppery wine with his steak. We finished it off with a fabulous slice of Baked
Alaska. I’ve never had it before and it was amazing!
Baked Alaska
The next morning,
I get a text message asking if N can have a baby aspirin. He’d been up all
night with a fever and an achy head. I jumped into the shower, got dressed and
we checked out. We were able to stop and get a cup of coffee and then get the
boys. N has had that fever ALL.WEEKEND.LONG. I took him to the doc this morning only
to find out it’s not the flu. It is just another lovely virus compliments of
the Petri dish known as kindergarten. He has had a rough three nights, two of
which I have spent with him in the office. J had to go back to work yesterday,
I have been an on call nurse, maid, nanny, butt wiper, nose wiper, carry me to
the bathroom ‘cause I don’t have the energy servant since Saturday afternoon at
12:00 pm. I’m spent. I want to run. My sciatica is feeling much better. I need
to run before I run away from this place. Here's to hoping everyone is healthy tomorrow and I can get my run on without over doing it!
