a vacation - one week, three acts

Act One: Sting Fest
This weekend we'll be seeing Sting, with a full orchestra, not once but twice. Hubby loves Sting. Really loves him. Hubby has a big 'ol man crush on Sting. (Which I totally get because, hello, U2.) So we're seeing Sting twice. And why drive there and back twice? It's kinda far. I'm pretty sure God invented hotels so we don't have to do that. So we have a hotel booked. A nice one with room service and made to order/all you can eat breakfast. And a botanical garden nearby. And we get to eat at one of the best restaurants in the world, not once but twice. And, of course, see Sting. Twice. Hubby is SO excited.

Act Two: Hubby does the corporate thing and I have a vacation.
After Sting Fest, we head to Hubby's corporate headquarters. He has meetings to attend. He has a presentation to give. He has to do corporate male bonding stuff. And me? I get to stay in a free hotel. Where I will spend a significant amount of time all alone, probably eating free room service and reading. For free. And I get to go running there when it's not a race, and go walk the canal, and go to the zoo, and hang out at the circle (doing whatever it is that people do there, which I think for me means sit and eat ice cream), and go to the mall, and do whatever strikes my fancy. I am SO excited.

Act Three: Hike Time
After Hubby works and I have fun, we head a little further south to do some hiking. Just for a few days. But to a place we've never been. And I hear there are waterfalls and beautiful, challenging trails. (Although the tunnel/cave is closed to prevent the spread of White Nose Syndrome, which is apparently spreading among bats. This does not sound fun. At all. White Nose Syndrome spreading among humans is not mentioned, but, um, yeah. So I am fine with not going in the tunnel/cave. For multiple reasons.) We are SO excited.

(Then we come home. And by then, we will be SO excited.)