bloodsong1 | The Perfect Honeymoon

Since May 24th was our 7th anniversary, and we had been paid by our house by surprise, Wolf and I decided to take an actual honeymoon, something neither one of us have had. It took me a while to get the lodgings scheduled, but by Friday, June 4, I had everything set.

My original plan had been for Wolf to take Cuteness to her aunt's, bring IDK to pick me up, drop IDK off at Zahde's and be at the bed and breakfast by about 6:30 pm. This fell apart by 2pm, when Wolf calls me to inform me he lost the list I had left him. So I email him and am informed I need to come home first. Grrrr.

Once home, I discover that while the kids are all packed up, Cuteness is still with Mama A and our suitcase is sitting on the dining room floor empty. GRRRR. I scramble to get everything packed and loaded in my car, trying to swallow my anger. We leave about 6 pm. I had already called ahead and informed all relevant parties we were running .5-1 hour late. It turned out to be two hours late, as Aunt Looooo wasn't at home, so we went to get gas.

By this point I'm fuming, still trying to calm down, and calling Zhade for the third time to push our arrival time back another hour. It's 6:45 before we get Cuteness to Loooooo and hit the road.

I manage to calm down by focusing on the nifty interactive map on Wolf's Iphone and constantly reminding myself angry is NOT how I want to start a long-awaited honeymoon. We get IDK to Zahde at 7:45 and I call the bed and breakfast again. They're having dinner, call them when we're closer to town.

The B&B is called Gothic Eaves and located in Trumensburg. It's GORGEOUS! We finally get there a little after 8 pm and the husband, R, is outside getting the wood-fired hot tub ready. We meet him at the driveway and he escorts us to the hot tub and explains how it works. We then get a brief tour of the house (one of two on the property), give him an expected breakfast time, and see our room.

I had booked the Ivy room because it looked pretty on the website and it was one of the cheaper rooms. The Internet doesn't do it justice. It's smaller then our bedroom, with ivy paper on three walls and a bank of windows on the fourth. We're on the second floor, technically servant's quarters, but we do have a private bath just down the hall. There's gilded and scroll-worked radiators in every room. The Ivy has a queen bed with a firm-yet-comfy mattress and wrought iron head/foot boards, a 2x3 dresser with mirror, a small seating area, table topped with a tray with two rose-colored glasses, a small a/c, mismatched nightstands and matching lamps. I inform Wolf he gets the a/c side of the bed, which is opposite where we normally sleep. There's also complimentary robes, XL, with terry cloth lining and brushed cotton shell that's so nice. Wolf is too big for the robe, so sad.

We change into our swimsuits and head outside, as it's after 8:30 and that's our reserved hot tub time. Try to picture in your mind. A barrel, wide enough to fit both Wolf and I comfortably, or three normal sized persons. A third of the barrel is taken up by the fire box, a galvanized steel box with a 6' stovepipe and top feeding hatch. The fire box does not reach to the bottom of the barrel, you can fit your feet under it. Even with the fire smoking beautifully, the water gets to 102-103 F. We're flanked by a barn and a covered wood pile, and there's two Adirondack chairs about three feet in front of the barrel. Beyond that is the lawn, with sections of flower gardens, and a picnic table. It's dark, there's no bugs save the fireflies playing near the flower beds, and all you can hear is the Main St. traffic, which in this town is nothing. (Trumensburg doesn't have a STOP LIGHT. It's that small.)

All the stress of the last two weeks, hell, the last YEAR, melts away. Hunger finally drives us out, as we hadn't had dinner. Trumensburg is a very small town, the one pub we were interested in closed the kitchen at 9:30 and it was 9:40. Fortunately, the other bar and grill across the street was open and still serving. We had sandwiches that were SPECTACULAR. Awesome bread and wonderfully prepared fillings. After dinner Wolf announces he's not ready for bed, so we follow the live music to another bar. We go in the wrong door (ha!) and make ourselves comfortable at the bar. It's an awesome bar, with a rail that's over 100 years old. I get a mimosa, Wolf has Jeagermeister and a mohito. There's fresh mint from one of the bartenders and the girl working let me have a stalk to chew on. We finally call it a night sometime around midnight and drive back to the room, two minutes away. We had spotted a chocolate shop and promised each other to visit it Saturday.

More later, my foot is twinging something fierce. Time to put it up.