Those stories where one thing at a time, everything goes wrong, wronger, wrongest?
This is about our 5th wedding anniversary, and it’s the opposite of that.
On our honeymoon we’d seen a brand new hotel being built at Lake Havasu, and wanted to stay there on the first night of our anniversary trip. The room at the Agave wasn’t expensive at all, for such a spiffy place.
Our anniversary is December 26th. Since we don’t celebrate Christmas, that pretty much leaves the day before our anniversary full of fidgeting until we can leave for our annual trip. By our 5th anniversary we’d developed the habit of leaving the night before, knowing we’d never sleep anyway.
This time, we left a day and a night before: late on the evening of the 24th.
Arriving in Lake Havasu about 10am on the 25th, Best Beloved called and asked if the room we’d booked might be available today, a day early. They said, sure.
Then the big ask: we were in town with nowhere to stay; might we be able to check in early?
They said, sure, the room’s ready.
When we arrived, the woman at the check-in desk said, you’re here on your anniversary, right? Why yes, we said, we are.
They’d upgraded us to the honeymoon suite. Half of the top floor. About a $500 a night room, for which we were paying about $70.
We made use of the separate private bathrooms, just because. Ding! And the oversized tub in the middle of the room, with the spigot in the ceiling so the water fell 10 feet to the tub. Ding!
We lounged and wallowed in luxury and generally made sure we got their thousand dollars’ worth.