I don’t think I could’ve asked for a better weekend. The weather wasn’t the greatest but it didn’t matter. The hotel was quaint, in a quaint little town. The drive down was long, but pleasant. The room was cozy, the bed was a bit too soft, the tv channels were crap, the food at the hotel was hit ‘n’ miss but mostly a hit, the massages were extremely relaxing and the weekend was just not long enough. We had some good great conversations… and some great silences. It was just one of the best weekends we’ve had.
On the drive back to Dublin, we were passing by a beach called Britta’s bay and since it was such a gorgeous day and we had to leave the hotel so early he suggested we take mini detour and go for a walk on the beach. So we turned right…. and for the low price of 2euro we spent an hour walking, talking, taking photos, skipping stones, watching people play with their dogs, drawing our names in the sand and laughing.
What surprised me the most was that he has not only suggested that he spend the night at my place on Thursday night, but he has also suggested we visit our friends (another couple) who moved in to their own place and stay over there on Wednesday night. I remember him needing his space a lot after we would see each other for the weekend… and now he’s suggesting we move in together if I get to stay (or come back, whichever comes first).
Life? It’s great!
It’s a catchy line, but that’s not what this post is about. We booked into this hotel sometime last month (before this whole leg thing) and I almost immediately forgot about it. But now, as I’ve finished (my nerdy-neurotic) packing and going to bed a whole hour and a half later than I normally would… I can’t wait! I’ve found some opaque tights I can wear underneath skirts which means I can still look good (read sexy) on our romantic-champange-massages-fancy dinners weekend getaway.
It hasn’t been easy. Getting to this point. But I’m a gloriuos mixture of emotions that we’re here. I’m sure there are still things to work on in the relationship, but the way things are going they can only get better.
The evening went off without a hitch. I was ready on time and I’m sure he was happy about that. He was on time and naturally I was happy about that. Everything was running smoothly until of course I admitted that I didn’t think he had gotten me a present. I was honestly fine with it because we had agreed not to buy anything lavish anyway and then I didn’t think he would have time to get me a present because he’s been busy studying for his exams coming up at the beginning of September.
Anyway, luckily it didn’t offend him and we got into his car and he opened his present. He loved the cap I got him. And then he said, “Don’t get mad at me ok,” And all I was thinking was, “why would I be mad? I totally wasn’t expecting anything and it’s ok because you have been absolutely amazing to me.” But then before I could get anything other than, “It’s ok honey” he quickly followed it with, “but look under your seat.”
And there it was, a little green gift bag. My heartbeat quickened and I couldn’t hold back a smile. Once I opened the box, I almost cried. It’s just so beautiful. I still get a little choked everytime I think about it.
Of course that was the icing on the cake. The dinner, which I had been looking forward to all day, was amazing. I love talking to him and spending time with him. And I’m so glad he does too.
Happy Anniversary baby!
Last night was spent with Peter’s family at a 5 star hotel’s restaurant for dinner. We were celebrating their parent’s Ruby Anniversary – and what fun it was. We started off with drinks at the bar. Glass of champange? Yes please! During dinner, we each had about three drinks… a glass of wine, our starting drink and a glass of water. Mostly everyone had delicious smoked salmon to start, but I decided to go healthy and have a spring mix salad meant to have a citrus vinaigrette dressing… but it pretty much just tasted like I was eating spoonfulls of salt.
But it didn’t matter, my sirloin steak served with roasted potatoes and steamed asparagus was absolutely delicious and more than made up for the lacking starter. Dessert was even more delicious but no one could really finish any of it. Lots of drinks & laughter and 4.5 hours later, we eventually left the private room they had us in and walked through a near empty restaurant. We tried the bar, but they had stopped serving… so we wandered a few minutes down the street but they had also stopped serving.Â And it was a good thing because one of his sisters really shouldn’t have had any more to drink… so we sent them off in a taxi and he and I got into another taxi so I could go home.
When we got back to my place, no one was home and the sweetheart decided to stay with me even though I’m sure he knew that one of my flatmates would be home later. He just left to walk home because he has a golf game this morning… but later this afternoon we’re going to celebrate Canada day in a dingy pub in town. Can’t wait!