Guest blogger Liz Fenton: Every September, as the air begins to cool and the leaves begin to fall from the trees, my husband always has one question for me: What do you want for your birthday?
And because I've finally learned that it's better just to tell men what you want rather than let them guess (I mean, how many spa certificates can one person get?!), I got right to the point this year. I told the hubs that I was in dire need of a staycation.
What is a staycation, you ask? Well, it can mean many things. In my case, it meant spending a blissful night away from the children in the most fabulous hotel that our Starwood points could buy -- without ever leaving the city limits.
That's right: I didn't need to go far to get the relaxation I was craving. All I needed was a heavenly bed, a dinner reservation and blackout curtains. I mean, hell, why not take advantage of the fact that we live in a place that many people come to visit each year?
And we did it. We had a fabulous dinner and listened to live music. We slept past 6 AM for the first time since March, walked to breakfast and (gasp!) read the paper in peace. We laughed just a little bit when the 18-year-old girl checking us in looked at our drivers' licenses and just couldn't understand why we were escaping to her four-star hotel when our beds were less than seven miles away.
It's OK. I know she'll understand one day ....