Wow, that was some anniversary

Bet that title caught your attention, didn't it?

We sent the girls packing with my Mom - who was nervous about having them, Katherine most of all (she and Dad still don't think Nin is ready for a night away from Mommy). They did really well and the problem sleeper was my parents' dog - who kept jumping off their bed (waking my dad) and going into the guest room to try to get in bed with Mom and Katherine. Elizabeth was in the lower bunk in the "grandkids room" crashed under her Dora sleeping bag. Yay!

Brad and I checked into our room a little after 5:00 so we could get ready for dinner. The hotel has "happy hour" from 5:30 - 7:30 and all drinks are $1. We stopped by there before we went to dinner - had a drink and then headed to 1620.

Dinner was absolutely wonderful, as usual and as expected. While there, we checked out the private party room as a possibility for a small, intimate 40th birthday celebration later this year (a *definite* possibility).

At about 11:30 were awakened by the fire alarm. We watched from our room as all the little girls who were having slumber parties trudged out to the parking lot - many of them just wailing because they were so scared. Then three pumper trucks, two ladder trucks and two battalion chiefs pulled into the parking lot (we were up on the 7th floor so we could see them coming down Financial Centre Pkwy and I-630) Brad went out to check for smoke - did we really need to leave? As soon as he opened the door to our room we could hear the water from the floor above - pouring over the balcony and into the atrium. I joined him and several other 7th floor guests as we watched the firemen go into and out of room 819. Brad told me that a fireman (who was walking around on our floor) told him someone in that room HUNG THEIR CLOTHES FROM THE SPRINKLER HEAD. Now, I ask you, what kind of total dipwad does that?! (and if you *are* the total dipwad who did that...thanks for ruining what was headed toward being a perfect anniversary weekend).

I walked back into our room to go back to bed. Nope...water was pouring down our window and out all of the air vents in our room. I won't repeat here what I said, but it wasn't pretty. We threw our stuff into our suitcase and headed toward the elevator. We'll just go home. The manager was at the elevator..."No, let us move you." Okay, fine, whatever. We were told we couldn't have another corner suite. "I don't care as long as it is non-smoking and has a king-sized bed." Oh, wait - we do have one more corner suite available. "Fine, as long as it is non-smoking and has a king-size bed." (get the hint? Two requirements: non-smoking, king-size bed).

Go to our new suite, exhausted and ready to fall into bed. Brad walks into the bedroom before me. "It's not a king. Do we need to sleep in separate beds? I don't have the energy to go back down to the front desk and move AGAIN." No, it's not a king-sized bed, it's not even two QUEENS...it's TWO DOUBLE BEDS! DOUBLE BEDS?! DOUBLE BEDS?! WHAT?!

At 4a.m., in his attempt to keep from squishing me, my husband fell out of the bed in his sleep. He wasn't asleep any more. He was also very unhappy. We were outta there by 8:30 the next morning because he wanted to go get the girls - so much for a romantic evening/morning away from the kids. I think next time, we go to Memphis.