Husband’s mother came to visit us for Thanksgiving. The boys call her Nanny and one of the teachers thought we were getting one, ha!

While she was here, Husband and I had the great good fortune to stay in the hotel downtown for a night and hit up da cluh-bs [which means that we went to bed at the usual time]. I was hoping for a grand tour along the lines of the expected tour of the great lakes anticipated by Elizabeth in P&P.

There was a show on that we meant to go to, and it looked really good, but we had a good excuse to miss it. We went and got our fave appetisers at a restaurant and listed our preferred drinking route through town, fingers crossed that 4am would be an unsuitable bed time.

Of course, Salem had other ideas because it was a Tuesday. Okay, so maybe 2am? We saw a few friends  which was a nice surprise, and we also ate too much, which was not a surprise. So we got tired and then everything was closed, so we trudged drearily back to our hotel room.

what do you mean “everything is fucking closed”

We/I, therefore we, also could not sleep in, so we opened the drapes and watched a very different morning routine than what we are used to. Husband made jokes about sunrise at Magoos.

Mediocre but child-free breakfast and then an errand or two before breakfast and a hot beverage at another trendy coffee house. T’was a grand illusion, indeed, before going to work and then home to the standard raucous love-in and fight club. You get the idea.