Throwback Thursday: {2nd Anniversary Trip}

There is seriously a curse on our anniversary.
Our honeymoon forever set the bar too high and after last year’s hillbilly hoe-down (no seriously, there was actually a {prostitute} involved) we thought we’d “play it safe” and have a nice little staycation in Dallas.

And God laughed and laughed and laughed at poor Devin Bybel and her need to control and plan everything to a “t.”

Let’s begin.

It all started with a Groupon.  The ever schwanky and raved about {Adolphus Hotel} which is described with words such as “grandeur,” “luxury,” “elegance,” and “4-Diamond” was offering us regular folk an opportunity to stay in their lovely establishment at just a fraction of the cost!  Oh, how many nights I laid awake counting my lucky stars.  A night at The Adolphus…how magical!

And that’s pretty much where that party ended.

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We arrived and valeted our car (for the low low rate of $35/night – kill me now) and let the bellman know that we had dinner reservations and would need the car later this evening.  “Just come down 5 minutes before you need to leave,” the Bellman said.  So many lies.

A 4-Diamond welcome never occurred as the front desk agent never even bothered to ask how we were or what we were doing staying at their “elegant” palace.  But she did use her finger to point to the escalator that would take us to the elevator.  Thanks, lady.

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Arriving in our room we got ready for our dinner and being the control-freak I am, we arrived TEN whole minutes early down at the valet.  And we watched the clock tick-tick-tick.  5 minutes…10 minutes…15 minutes…lots of valets running around but no Bybel car in sight.  Twenty minutes passes and now we’re calling the restaurant to tell them we’ll be late for our reservation.  Perfectly pissed = Devin. Continue reading

Anniversary Trip: {Arkansas – Part III}

Part II Recap: Went to McClard’s, no cash, Pete stands in drive thru ATM, Too Close Cameraguy, and a lady of the night (or late afternoon) on our drive home…

You make it through the rest of the day killing time watching TV in our room.  You’re not feeling brave enough to venture back into Hot Springs for the rest of day.  Sad, but true.
“Just make it tomorrow.  Saturday…your day of relaxation,” you think to yourself.  And off to bed you go.

IMG_1087IMG_1086Your day of relaxation starts off with a bang!  A beautiful porch with fresh flowers and two rounds of breakfast.  Between the strawberry waffles, yogurt parfaits, pumpkin bread, quiche, and a hunky husband who pours your coffee, you almost forget that there’s a busy street right down the hill.  You keep munching on your delicious breakfast hoping to drown out the semitrucks whizzing past.

Now it’s off to {Garvan Gardens}! Continue reading